#i always thought i was pretty quiet during sex but i like couldn't keep it in

[cisthoughtcrime]

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[dollfacefantasy]

second thoughts ♡

toji fushiguro x fem!reader

your ex keeps popping into your head during sex with toji, so he'll just have to make sure you can't think at all instead

cw: nsfw (18+), smut, p in v, size kink, dumbification, mentions of intrusive thoughts

tags: @gor3-hound @nexysworld

"Right here," he growls, "Look right here. Right in my fuckin' eyes."

His large hand held your head in place by your jaw. He gives it a sharp jerk, jostling your thoughts into place. Making sure you're completely focused on him. His lower half thrusts against you hard and fast, stretching you out with each rock of his hips.

"'m lookin'" you whine, your lips parting as little mewls fly out.

"Good. Good girl," he grunts.

The muscles in his abdomen flex as he keeps pounding into you. He wasn't taking it easy on you tonight. He was determine to make sure you couldn't think of anything but him.

The past couple of weeks things had been off between you two. Since you started dating, your relationship had always been very physical. You had sex once a day at minimum, and when he wasn't inside of you, he had a hand somewhere on your body. He may have struggled with true intimacy, but physicality came easy.

The problem he'd noticed recently was you didn't seem as into it as you usually were. You seemed kind of spaced out. You got pretty quiet when you were typically vocal.

His first reaction was insecurity. Was he not pleasing you? Were growing bored of him? The possibility of that unnerved him to his core, but he tried to convince himself those couldn't be true. You never denied him when he initiated, and you still loved to cuddle and hang off his arm whenever you could.

After another round of you looking distracted while he was balls deep, he finally just had to ask.

"Sorry..." you'd said, looking up at him sheepishly, "I just... I'm having trouble focusing."

Your tone almost made him feel guilty for asking, but your reasoning didn't answer all his questions. He knew you had trouble with concentration and intrusive thoughts sometimes. He just didn't think it would apply to this.

"Focusing?" he murmured, ducking down to plant some kisses on your cheek, "Am I not doing it right, baby? You know... I'm open to pointers."

"No... it's not that. It's just..." you continue. You hesitate as to whether or not you should actually tell him.

"C'mon, angel face," he said, nuzzling your jaw, "You know you can tell me. I want you to feel good too."

"You do make me feel good," you reassured, "It's just that I can't get my brain to be quiet. And when we're doing it, I keep thinking of my ex boyfriend, and it doesn't feel good. I don't like him at all, it's just like my mind wants to bug me."

Even though the idea of you thinking about another man during sex causes jealousy to flare within him, he reins in the instinctive anger he feels. By the pained look on your face, you clearly were just as displeased with it as he was. And while it hadn't happened in a while, he couldn't pretend like he'd never had his late wife dance through his thoughts in the heat of the moment.

So he didn't make you feel bad about it. He sighed and told you it was ok. You wanted to finish though and so he got you both to finish. He held you after like always and let you fall asleep against his side, but in his own mind, he planned for things would be different next time. There was no way he was gonna let some other guy keep you from enjoying yourself with him.

That's what led the both of you to now. He keeps your gaze locked with his own as fills you to the brim. Your eyes are glossy but with the haze of pleasure now rather than distraction, and he can't enough of it.

"That's right, babydoll. It's all me now, isn't it?" he coos lowly in your ear.

"Mhm," you whimper and nod, your head bobbing extra from his momentum.

"No room for anyone else," he grunts and digs his fingers into the plush of your cheeks.

Your lips puff out under the pressure, and he leans down to mash his mouth against your own. The kiss is wet and sloppy, your saliva and his mixing together while he nips at your bottom lip. He ruts into you faster, his breaths growing more ragged.

"Fuck.. Toji," you whimper arching your back and pressing your tits up against his chest.

"That's all you're gonna be able to say when I'm done with you, sweet thing," he says.

You whine and nod. That was what you wanted. Just him. If he was the only thing on your mind, you were happy. A big, dazed smile drifts to your features to match your fucked out eyes.

"That's a biiiiig smile, princess," he coos mockingly, "Who's making you smile like that?"

"You are," you whimper.

"Right. No one else can make you smile like that," he says.

You nod again and yelp when his cock rams into a sweet spot inside you. He chuckles at the sound and lifts his hands to rest above your head, caging your body below his.

"My baby. You're all mine. Mine to fuck dumb every. single. night," he pants.

"Don't want anyone else. Just you," you babble and drag your nails down his back.

"I know it," he says.

He then quickly reaches down, securing your hips with an iron grip and fucks into you as deep as possible. You see stars stars and let out a sound you can't control. You tighten around him like a vise, keeping him nice and deep where you need him.

"My Toji," you slur and bring your own hands back up to slide through his hair.

He moans quietly, and his eyes flutter shut. His hips sputter a bit as he feels his release creeping up on him.

"Gonna cum soon, dollface. Get you nice and full of me so even when I pull out, you know who that pussy belongs to," he mumbles.

You mewl in ecstasy, eager to feel him shoot deep inside you.

It doesn't take long for you to get your wish. His body lowers against yours, his flushed, sweaty skin sliding against your flesh. He pumps into you desperately with a groan as he drains himself between your tight, velvety walls.

He lets it all sink inside you before pulling out. His cock is still slick with your arousal. He leans back and pushes your thighs up, taking a look at your pussy stuffed full of his cum. Just how it should be.

Up top, you were still blissed out. He huffs out a laugh at your drooping eyes and contented expression.

"How you feeling, baby?" he asks and crawls back on top of you to give you some lazy smooches.

You hum and rub your nose against his cheek. Words were too hard right now in the best way.

He smirks and nips at your nose teasingly.

"Head all clear?" he whispers.

"Mhm," you say with satisfaction, opening your eyes wider and taking in the face of the man who had you now, mind and body.

[aristia-pjoheadcanons]

Hi🩵 I hope you're having a great day

I was wondering maybe if you could make headcanons about how percy would be like in bed like his favorite positions and things he does to his s/o

THANK YOU IN ADVANCE 🩵

What Percy would be like in bed NSFW warning

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tags: percy jackson

missionary for starters: so he can see your face and your reactions from above.

talking about above, I think he would also enjoy the foreplay to start things off - placing his lover against the counter or on top of something and get between their legs.

There, he can take off their shirt or his own shirt and do things slowly. In his mind, the bed is where things really start, so he wants to get comfortable as possible.

the idea of pounding and going harder is for very obv. reasons a turn on but he is hesitant to do it because in the moment he gets really close, so hes afraid he'll cum.

he has the habit of not only staring but also looking away shyly when they stare back. Sometimes he will hold the stare until either looks away, he likes to build tension during and even before they start. When his s/o makes noises, his eyes flicker to their face, he thinks its really flattering that they moan because of him.

once after the first time(s) he would be comfortable enough to start using different positions.

He would stick with the classics, missionary, doggy-style (this one really got his heart pounding in his ears he was so turned on he couldn't breathe straight and kept panting).

He likes the idea of grabbing his s/o's leg or ankle and yank them into place, like dragging them toward him so he can get a better angle.

Percy wants to keep quiet, so he ends up scrunching his face ups and cocking his head to the side, biting down and clenching his jaw tight, sometimes even holding his breath slightly.

but as soon as he breathes, a noise always ends up escaping. its like a half-whine but its somewhat high-pitched and doesn't last long (meaning he doesnt let himself drag it out).

the sight of his s/o looking up at him or looking at them from behind makes his hands somewhat clammy and he feels embarassed that he needs to wipe them on the bedsheets.

praise him, dirty talk him (this one takes him by surprise) and he becomes such a love-struck fool willing to do anything to please his lover. He needs to know if he's doing well, otherwise he will spiral and his thoughts will consume him - to the point where he might even run away.

if his s/o takes the initiative he feels flustered but also insecure for a moment: was he not doing it right? mind you, this guy is a virgin and has not done things with anyone, so he can't help but feel insecure. but yet again, convince him and praise him and he is back.

once the sex and the pillow-talk comes, he imagines scenarios for the future: like his s/o straddling his thighs while they're either on the sofa or in his bedroom, his shirt thrown half haphazardly on the floor somewhere, gripping his s/os thighs and he's leanign his head back in pleasure ...

he takes more initiative, not afraid of grabbign your waist or hips during normal day-to-day activities...it becomes such a visible change that his parents are wondering what happened.

Percy becomes more and more confident in himself.

his favourite position is honestly anything really, he isnt picky. but if I had to choose one, I would say the position where his s/o is laying down on their stomach and hes ontop behind them.

he forces eyecontact, that's all I will say.

he frowns if they try to control their voice, he hates it and will grab their hands away. or do it harder just for them to not be able to hold back.

has tan lines dont ask where ...

handsy and grabby but it depends on what position they're doing and the timing, honestly it's pretty random.

whenever he licks his lips its pretty audible, you can just hear it from across the room.

quirks an eyebrow (not to be judgemental) if you say you're too shy, because you're both naked at this point sooooo. but not pushy.

wants to get to know your body: fingering, touching you anywhere, making out.

Im sorry i need to add on that i feel like hes the type of guy rhat would actually enjoy standing sex. Like his partner gripping the kitchen counter or the wall while hes behind. I feel like he loves to get a nice rhythm going and the sound of his balls slapping against them, the obscene wet noises coming from their genitals, the panting and moaning from the both of them, his fingers turning white from gripping their hips (he's trying to hold himself back), his mouth hanging open supressing his voice (he has a bad habit of holding his breath while doing this so when he finally breathes he's panting loudly), him grinding into the person to pause (again, hes about to cum), he wants to keep going for as long as he can, the idea of milking and dragging out an orgasm is his favourite way to do it. And when his partner finally lets out a long moan when they reached their climax, they unfortunately missed how Percy threw his head back and yelled in pleasure too when he came. I swear the walls slightly vibrated when he finished with that moan, his father is the earthshaker after all....

[eyesxxyou]

Confessions Pt.i

♡ hobie brown x religious!reader

rating. m

word count. 4.4k

synopsis. after years of being missing, Hobie finally returns back to his hometown where his childhood crush still waits for him. but you're more dedicated to God than ever and he couldn't care less. he wants you and he intends show you all that you're missing out on

♡ °｡ ⋆⸜ warning: religious themes, criticism of Christianity, corruption kink, defiling kink, making out, suggestive language, mentions of death

Part. ii

You've always been the model child, the child who attended mass when others wanted nothing more to do with the church, who clutched their rosary at night in fervent prayer and often slept with it under their pillow. You were used to pinched cheeks and smiles at your seniors, twisting your purity ring around your finger when you're nervous.

You had never known sin in your life. The idea of premarital sex revolted you. You prayed for forgiveness whenever you thought someone was even remotely cute.

That all changed when Hobie came back into your life. He had changed a lot since you last saw him when he was just an altar boy. He had left the church for years, his mother still attending and always asking for the father to pray for her son to return to God. He was now wild, feral even, decked out in spikes, something of a permanent scowl on his dark, beautiful lips. His hair demanded attention in the a way that distracted from God. Everything about him seemed to be for the flesh, not for the Lord.

There was a time where the two of you were friends. Your mothers were friends so it only made sense that you would be too. He has always been outgoing, loud, yet kind and pure at heart, holy even. He used to walk with humility and humbleness. It was like he was entirely different person who had walked into mass with his hands in his pockets and a confident saunter in his steps. He demanded attention and jangle if his chains echoed off the walls of your small church. You were always taught to remain quiet and keep your head low.

You quickly turned your gaze when his found yours among the many. Did he even recognize you? It's been so many years. You hardly even recognized him if not for some telltale signs. His height, the slender beauty of his face, a freckle. You clutched your rosary tighter, in your hands– it's milk white pearls wrapped around your hand, the detailed cross with Ch*st hanging pressing into your skin.

You don't look at him as he and his mother sat next to you and yours. He sidled up next to you, an arm tossed along the pew behind your back. He smelt of things you did not know, like sin, like temptation, like Hobie.

"How've ya been, luv?" He spoke after listening to mass and deciding it was too boring for him. It seemed he did remember you, in all your meek shyness.

"I've been fine. I'm surprised you remember me." You whispered, trying not to interrupt, not to get too wrapped up in conversation during church when you should be focusing on God's good grace. 

"F'course, I remember ya, dove. Still the prettiest girl in here."

Your cheeks burned softly with the compliment and for it, you you clutched the cross in your hand until the edges of it dug into your skin as punishment. "We shouldn't be talking during the congregation." You crossed your ankles, your mary janes knocking against each other as you prayed a silent prayer of forgiveness. You would not be tempted.

If it helped, Hobie thought you changed a lot as well. When did you get breasts that so obviously showed through your clothing? When did you get so pretty? When had you grown into a woman?

You allowed yourself light makeup, mascara, lip oils that made your lips all glossy and pouty. Your braided hair way pinned back out of your pretty face, caramel and black in color, tied back with a pink bow. You wore a white off the shoulder top and a pink skirt with lace trim at the bottom. White, see-through stockings clung to those chaste legs of yours and your feet were adorned with mary janes, decorated in more pink bows.

He had originally only come to mass to please his mother this one time but if you looked this pretty now, it might not hurt to come again.

After, your mothers were chatting with each other, his mother pinching your rosette cheeks as she always did, talking about how much of a good girl you were, how Hobie was already talking about when the next congregation would be all because of you. "You're leading him back to God, my love."

"Where is he? He never even said goodbye." Your mother looked around for him but he was gone, dipped the moment church was over. He'd be back, he said but you doubted it. His mother waved it off. "You know how the young ones are these days, they don't care much for mannerisms." She looked back to you, shyly standing behind your mother without much else to do besides go home. You were still young, only bordering on 20 and you still lived at home. You couldn't bear to leave your old, peeling, floral wallpaper and your collection of stuffies. Plus, working for a Chr*stian nonprofit didn't always pay the bills.

You wouldn't see Hobie again for another 4 of your congregations before he decided to show back up. He had scandalized the church by wearing a crop top, was the talk of the town when he slid into the pew next to you and tossed his arm behind you once again like you two were close. His body was pressed against yours, his warm skin against your shoulders neck, the smell of musky cologne, the deviating gorgeousness of his face. His finger curled around one of your neat box braids, curled and uncurled, curled and uncurled.

You were wearing a pink camisole shirt with more lace at the top and bottom, and a white maxi skirt with little roses dotting the fabric. You wished you had worn something that revealed less of your skin because you should feel his skin on yours and it made you feel hotter than the sun and more of a sinner than the devil himself because his skin felt so nice and soft against yours and you wanted him to stay right there he was, with his knee touching yours and his fingers playing with your hair. How scant a knee touch could be.

"Who's it goin' t'day, doll?" Hobie leaned over and whispered in your ear. You leaned away from him, muttering silent prayers asking for strength in such rough times. "I'm okay, Hobie… How are you today?" You managed to get out.

"'m quiet chipper actually, my mum jus' asked ya mum if we could hang out again, thinks ya good f'me. Will make me 'believe in God again', 'n allat."

How great, how perfect. Now you'd constantly be in his presence. You'd be happy to spend time with Hobie but this Hobie was not the Hobie you knew. He was a stranger to you. It’s been so many years since he simply ran from home and only recently has he decided to come back into his family’s lives for unknown reasons. You were nervous around new people and in all ways that mattered, Hobie was a new person.

“Well, do you want to believe in God?”

“No’ particularly, no. But I promised mum since I ran away.” He was only 16 when he left, now he’s back at 21 and his mother almost smacked him straight across the face when he showed back up on her door. All these years, everyone in the community operated under the assumption that he had died.

Before the parish began his sermon in which he’d get progressively sweatier and out of breath across the 2 hours which Hobie always used to snicker at, he spoke. “I’d like to welcome back Hobart. After being gone for 5 years, he’s finally returned back home.” Everyone clapped for him, including you, but he just let his hand drop and began drawing circles on your exposed shoulder.

He kept like this through the entire sermon, touching you in some way, shape, or form. He chuckled softly at some of the things the parish said and whispered to you about things completely unrelated. “Le’s go back to our usual spot, doll. You remember?” His warm breath fanned your ear with the promise of something wrong if you go with him. You turned to look at him and found his face far closer than you thought it was, a smirk playing on his pierced lips.

“Would you genuinely listen to what I have to say.”

“I’ll listen to whateva comes from those pretty lips of yas, dove. Every single word.” He was so much more flirtatious now. He had you clutching your rosary every time he was around you, an action that did not go unnoticed. He placed his freehand on top of the ball of yours and your hands fell open beneath his warm palm. You already had scars littering  your palms from all your years of grabbing the cross too tight for protection.

“Stop doin’ tha’, you gonna hurt yaself.”

That was the last thing he said to you all sermon.

He stuck around after church this time, his mother with a firm grasp on his wrist to ensure he didn’t go off and disappear again. You hung around your parents, your eyes always wandering about to find Hobie. It was hard not to find him. His height and his hair made it impossible to miss him. 

“Mama, Hobie and I are gonna go somewhere quieter. I’ll be back home in time for dinner.” You kissed her cheek and tapped your father’s hand to get his attention before motioning that you were going to go. He was in the middle of deep conversion with the parish. He nodded dismissively and with that, you made your way to Hobie.

“Ms. Brown. Is it okay if I take Hobie with me?” Her grip on her son’s wrist was deadly, out of fear that he may run away from her again. She wouldn’t be letting him go unless she was sure he was in good hands, and in her eyes, yours were holy. “Of course.” She smiled upon you with fondness, her accent of her homeland thick in her voice. “Hobie, be good.”

Hobie shrugged out of her hold. “Yeah, I hear ya.” He tossed an arm around you and dragged you off towards the spot where the two of you would always hang out as children, an old playset that was rusting over by now and couldn’t possibly be safe enough for children to play on. It was a little down the way from the church just in front of a stretch of woods that separated the playground from the creek.

You went to cautiously sit on one of the rusty swings while Hobie dropped himself down without a care. He looked at you, your moisturized skin glistening in gold under the sun. You tossed your hair over your shoulder to better feel the sun on your shoulders while it lasted. The winters in your hometown were brutal at times so any heat was much welcomed on your end.

“Go ‘head then, gimme all the reasons why I should want salvation.” He’s heard it all. Especially from his mother. He had come back an entirely different person and point blank told her that he didn’t believe in a higher power and wouldn’t be attending church while he was visiting. His poor, Jamaican mother, a devout Catholic, acted as if he had just struck her across the face. She cried, she prayed as she does every night to this very day, and she rebuked the devil "who had taken her son" from him.

She had managed to manipulate him into coming to church at least once. And then he saw you. His old best friend, his longest standing crush, and decided that he’d stick around a little longer.

You fiddled with your rosary. "Well, there's nothing I can say to change your mind if you already aren't open to the idea. I'm not here to convince you of anything. But Hobie– why did you leave? We were all worried sick over you, praying that you were safe. After the first year, we thought you…" 

“Died? No, I toughed it ou’. “N I didn’t exactly go anywhere. I’d been to so many places that I couldn’t name jus’ one. I jus’ knew I didn’ wanna be here.” He shrugged and drug his boot in the gravel, the rusty sound of the swingset let out a creak every time he swung. “‘M tired talkin’ ‘bout me. How’ve you been, luv?” His voice grew tender when talking to you, his eyes were a touch softer as well, almost flirtatiously so.

Nervously, you spoke of all the things that have happened since he left. “Father has blessed me with a good life. I’ve been studying His word more and I feel closer than ever to Him–”

Hobie pretended to yawn before snickering to himself. “I don’ wanna hear about allat. I wanna hear ‘bout you, not tha’ bloke.” You gasped at his choice of words, the casual blasphemy from his lips, and held your rosary to your chest. “Hobie!” you scolded him and he raised his hands in surrender. “My fault, luv. I forgot you were still brainwashed.” He murmured the last part under his breath. “Tell me ‘bout you. Tha’s all I wanna know ‘bout.”

You didn’t know what to say. Usually talk about how good God is suffices for people. No one ever really wanted to hear about you, they usually wanted you meek and quiet, submissive and innocent in your ways.

“I attended a purity ball soon after you left.” You raised your hand to show off the ring that adorned your finger as a symbol of your purity. “I thought it was the right thing to do. Everyone thought that we would get married when we got older so when you disappeared, I needed to wait for the right man to come along.” You didn’t sound as excited as everyone else around you was. Your mother was happy to dress you up in a white dress and your father was even happier to take your hand and claim you as his until a Godly man came around to take your hand in marriage. But it all just felt weird to you.

“I always though’ those things were fucked.” Hobie admitted. “Gettin’ married to ya dad so he owns you until another man comes around to take ya leash.”

“It’s not like that.”

“How’s it like then?” Hobie raised a pierced brow at you, waiting for a witty response only for you to fall flat. You shift your gaze from his. “It was my choice. I was distraught that you were gone, Hobie.” You twisted your ring around finger anxiously. “My whole life everyone told me that we were going to get married and suddenly you up and left and my life was spiralling.” You babbled, tears swelling in your eyes, overwhelmed by it all, overwhelmed by him so suddenly showing back up in your life with all these questions and opinions. 

“You don’ think ya gonna marry me anymore?” Hobie reached out and traced a finger down the scant of your arm. You whipped away from him and wiped the tears before they could fall, looking back to him with hardness in that soft gaze of yours. It was hard to take you seriously with eyes like those and the pout in your lips. “That’s not something to joke about.” You ripped yourself away from him because if you didn’t, you would have shivered under his touch.

“Who said I was jokin’? Remember when would kiss back here after church. You were a little rebel back then.” He pointed to the treeline where the two of you would sit in the grass and innocently peck each other's lips, justifying it by saything the two of you would eventually get married anyway. It was innocent at the time but your face lit up, your cheeks burning with humiliation at the memory. You placed your hands over your face and shook your head. “We were children at the time. We didn’t know any better.”

“Why don’t we do that now?

“Hobie!” You reached over and slapped his arm. A smile stretched across his lips, a smile you always admired. It sparkled with a touch of mischievousness. “What is wrong with you!”

He got up off the swing. “The bible doesn’ say nothin’ ‘bout kissin’. Plus, we’re married anyway, by law of children’s imagination. Tha’s gotta count f’somethin’.” He began walking through the gravel and onto the grass towards the spot where the two of you would sit and kiss. He looked back at you, his expression asking if you would come with him.

You looked uneasily down at your hands with your rosary and your purity ring. He was right. The bible didn’t say anything against kissing before marriage and you’d be a liar if you said you weren’t attracted to Hobie, with his sly smirks and teasing remarks. You stood slowly and made your way over to where Hobie sat, teasing you with an alluring smile and a hooded gaze.

You sat beside him, a great distance away with your rosary and your bible you brought along. You were so nervous you were shaking and Hobie was not blind. “I’m not tryna pressure you into nothin’, dove. It was all jus’ fun ‘n games.” 

"I just wanna stay pure, Hobie. I wanna be untouched for my husband. I wanna be a good wife." You couldn't bear the idea of being tainted, of being impure. You shook with the fear of it, tossed and turned in the dead of night worrying over it, twisting and turning your ring around your finger.

You fell back in the grass, Hobie's figure leaning over you as you look at the sunlight streaming through the leaves of the trees looking overhead. You sighed with anxiety, grabbing fistfuls of grass in your hands.

Hobie scoffed at the notion. "You think being a good wife means you have to be a virgin?" You looked at him as if it were obvious. "Of course. I'm supposed to be pure and submissive for my husband. That's how I make it into Heaven."

There was something unreadable on on Hobie's face, an expression that bordered on anger and treaded on distaste. "Luv, you have no idea how…" he trailed off. Brainwashed you are. But he didn't finish. You were right. If someone wasn't open to the idea, they'd never hear you. He had to get the idea across to you in a way you'd understand.

"There are ways to find Heaven on Earth." He told you, laying down in the grass beside you. He lied on his side to face you, a warm hand tracing the round of your jaw with his fingertips to make you look at him. "I'll show you if you let me." His lips hovered over yours and for the first tips you did not retreat from him. Your mind screamed passage after passage at you but your body melted into his warmth and you relented when he pressed his lips to yours.

You were just so innocent. It would be so easy to show you a world of pleasure you never knew existed. You didn't even know how to kiss. You let him take the lead, let him press his tongue to the seam of your lips and nervously parted them to let him intrude upon your sacred body. This was sacrilege, the way his tongue found yours, something far beyond an innocent kiss. His tongue coaxed yours to move like his, gently and with fervor. His tongue piercing pressed against the chaste muscle of your tongue, untouched before in a way like this.

It was messy and uncoordinated, lips, teeth, and tongue all touched and caressed each other, teeth biting lips, tongues soothing the aftermath. Hobie chuckled into your mouth suddenly turning from timid to desperately seeking him out and suckling on his lip piercing, then his tongue, wanting him so desperately.

You moaned softly, a hot feeling growing between your legs that scared you. Did he know, could he feel it, the way you rubbed your thighs together? Was this sin? This feeling of warm wetness growing so steadily between your thighs?

Hobie brought his hand beneath your maxi skirt, his warm against your bare, unsullied thigh. He kept it there, his fingers gripping your flesh, thumb rubbing circles against your pink panties. He must be able to feel it, this feeling you had no name for but felt so good each time you pressed your thighs together.

This had to be wrong, a pleasure of the body, something Earthy, something that would plant you right in Hell. But if it felt this good…

Hobie was the one who first broke from the kiss, leaving you whimpering wantonly, your lips seeking out his until you realized just what you were doing. He was laughing at you and suddenly you felt exposed and embarrassed, biting your kiss-swollen lips. "'M sorry, dove. I ain' mean t' laugh. I just ain' expect you to get so into it." He reached up and pushed your braids out of your face and tucked them behind your ear.

You couldn't bear to look him in the eyes. "I just…I've never felt that way before." It was almost embarrassing to admit.

Hobie frowned a bit. "No' even when you touch yaself?" He's always been a bit forward with his questions but this one has to take the cake. You rolled away from him, so humiliated by his questions that you physically couldn't touch him with such an idea in your head.

"You've neva touched yaself?"

You shook your head. You never knew you could for one, your parents never allowed you to take health class in highschool, the idea of you touching yourself in recent years only made you resent yourself for conceiving such an idea and you had immediately went to the father about it to confess your sins.

Hobie was silent for a moment, thinking about something, you had no idea what, not until he spoke again. "You should come back to my place at the end of the week."

"I can't possibly. I mean– it's not right for two people at our age to be alone in one's house. It's a breeding ground for sin." You sat up with grass in your hair, tugging down your skirt that Hobie had lifted. "We can't, Hobie. It would be ungodly." As if what happened here wasn't just the same. The imprint of your bodies were still imprinted in the grass, pressed against each other, intimate in a way neither of you should have been.

Hobie got up after you and grabbed your wrist. You shuddered at his touch, the hot ache between your thighs making your legs feel weak or maybe it was just him. His lips were less swollen than yours but your gloss was smudged all across them, making you realize that if you went out as you were, you'd look like nothing more than a harlot. You'd have to take time to fix your makeup which was already light to begin with. Too much makeup would make you out to be a common whore too.

"Just think 'bout it, will ya? Jus' f'me, doll." He was so good at persuasion, those eyes of his could turn from predatory to soft and pleading so fast. You wonder how many people he's used it on, from his parents to innocent girls just like you he meant to completely tear apart and defile.

You've always been weak to him, even just a little. You recognized your Hobie in there, despite the clothes and the hair and the confidence. It's not that he's changed, just that he's found himself out there in the world wherever he's been.

"Fine… I'll think about it. But that's no guarantee that I'll go." Your voice wavered in confidence as he approached and took your chin between his finger and thumb and tilted your head upward. He looked between your eyes then down at your lips before bending down to kiss you once more.

You didn't resist him, not one bit. His tongue teased entrance to your mouth but never fully went there. His lips melded against yours, smooth as butter, so lightly you almost thought he wasn't there. His large hands found purchase on your waist, pulling you in close. You were still so awkward about it, you didn't know if you should do more. Kissing like this felt like sex, like sin, like something  you shouldn't be doing. But he made it feel so good, made your guilt melt away against his lips.

You told yourself that there was no scripture that frowned upon kissing, that you weren't doing anything wrong. You had nothing to be ashamed of yet but you felt that Hobie had ways to make you do something wrong and make you not even realize it before it was already done.

"Y/n? Y/n, where are you?" You could hear your father calling you and immediately you placed your hands against Hobie in a panic and shoved him away from you, backing away yourself to put as much distance between the two of you as possible.

Hobie smiled at you and used his thumb to clean up your smeared lipgloss. "Jus' think 'bout it, luv. If you come, I'll show ya what real Heaven feels like." You pulled away from him, from his tender touch against your face, holding your rosary-wrapped Bible to your chest. You felt if you didn't, he'd be able to see right through you, see the way your heart raced and leaped. Maybe he’d see how weak you were for him, how you were always willing to go along with his antics as children and now that you finally had him back, you’d do almost anything he asked of you.

“You should really stop saying things like that.” You murmured, marching past him to return to your parents before they find the two of you in another compromising position. Hobie watched your retreating figure, your hips unintentionally swaying with each step.

Fuck all these people brainwashing you, telling you these stories to scare you into compliance, denying you your own pleasure. The only reason he came back to this damned place was for you. He couldn’t care less about anyone else here. He’d take you, defile you, show you the pleasures of the flesh, show you the gates of Heaven right here on Earth in his bed.

His sweet, innocent, little thing. He’d have to show you all you were missing out on.

[holybibly]

Yesterday I was talking to one of my bunnies and we had a very interesting discussion. Remembering San's life with the famous search for "fan fiction", I thought: what if someone from Ateez could be one of my anonymous bunnies?

So here we are. Which member do you most resemble, bunny? Tell me in the comments. I'm interested.

Ateez as bannies in Holy Bibly blog

Seonghwa - Mommy's most obedient bunny ♥ First one to find the blog ♥ Totally under the spell of atmosphere ♥ Wants to call me Mommy ♥ Totally shameless but extremely obedient ♥ Wants to be called only "Good Boy/Sugar Bunny" ♥ Always asks permission before touching himself: "I've been a good mommy, can I play with myself?" ♥ Gets bored and needy if there are no answers from me ♥ Favourite AU! - Submissive idol, Mommy Hwa, bunny/kitten hybrid, househusband ♥ If he doesn't get attention, he goes a little crazy ♥ Every day he asks me how I'm doing and shows a lot of concern for me. ♥ Biting his lips and whimpering when he sees my answers ♥ Favourite ff - ℌ𝔞𝔭𝔭𝔦𝔢𝔰𝔱 𝔤𝔦𝔯𝔩 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔩𝔡 ♥ A passionate desire to be the most loved bunny in the world ♥ A slut for compliments ♥ Uses his cute little bunny toy to rub his pretty cock all over it ♥ Silk pajamas and sweets ♥ A blushing, aching mess ♥ Soft NSFW Links ♥ "I'll be always belong to you, Mommy" ♥ He prides himself on being the most beloved bunny. ♥ He's jealous but doesn't show it because he doesn't want to upset me. ♥ When he touches himself, he moans and whimpers. ♥ Absolutely precious boy ♥ Writes tender vulgar messages in DMs ♥ He puts his fingers in his mouth, drools on them and rolls his eyes. ♥ Always asks for permission before he cum: "Please, Mommy, can I cum now? I've been such a good little bunny for you." ♥ Checking my blog is the first thing he does when he wakes up. ♥ In general, he really wants to be pampered and to be adored.

San - Shy and gentle / toxic bunny ♥ He found out about the blog by chance. He saw a message about the new post on Hwa's phone. ♥ At first he was terribly embarrassed by all the things. But then he became too addicted. ♥ He calls me My Lady, but secretly he yearns to call me Mommy. ♥ The only time he checks the blog is at night, when he is alone. ♥ He is too quick to be turned on by even the most innocent of messages. It just does things for him. ♥ Too shy to send a request, but would really like to do so. ♥ Wants to be called "Kitten/Handsome Boy", but secretly goes by "Sir". ♥ He is jealous and wants to have my full attention. ♥ Favourite AU! - Kitten Hybrid, Royal, Striptease/Sex Work, Professor Choi ♥ Licks his lips all the time during reading ♥ Bites his shirt so Mingi and Seonghwa can't hear how loud he moans when he jerks off. ♥ The kind of guy who likes to rub his dick all over the sheets ♥ He has a penchant for nipple stimulation. ♥ Favourite ff - ℑ𝔱'𝔰 𝔜𝔬𝔲 ♥ Discovery of new kinks in himself after reading my work ♥ After several months of keeping quiet, he plucks up the courage to ask request. ♥ Overly excited about Sugar Weekend, but actually his favourite part is Unholy Hours ♥ Generally torn between wanting to be the best kitty and wanting to control me. ♥ One of the most possessive bunnies here. ♥ A bit of a toxic bunny, but very sweet.

Yeosang - lost/curious bunny

♥ Found the blog because Woo couldn't shut up about it. ♥ Confused by all the requests and the frankness of the bunnies ♥ The first few weeks he didn't understand what was going on. ♥ Literally 🧍🏻He even had to ask Hwa about it. He got a detailed lecture with a demonstration of the materials. ♥ The more he reads, the more addicted he is to it. ♥ He've set up notifications to alert him to new posts so he doesn't miss anything. ♥ He giggles and kicks his legs like a schoolgirl when he reads my replies to the other bunnies. ♥ Gentle baby. ♥ Favourite AU! - Heavy Dom Yeosang, Toxic Boyfriend, Sugar Baby. ♥ Calls me "Miss" or "My Queen". ♥ A very polite bunny who keeps asking me how I'm doing: "My Queen, are you looking after yourself well? You need to drink a lot of water and take vitamins". ♥ Really excited about Yeosang Unni - this is his Roman Empire. ♥ He masturbates in the shower and thinks about all my works. ♥ Each time he remembers the request for a bunny and a shower head. ♥ Moaning in a low and deep voice - "velvet moaning", his favourite phrase. ♥ Wants to be brave and send a request for the Unholy Hour. But doesn't know how to do it properly. ♥ An exquisite bunny with an elegant taste. ♥ He is a little puffy due to the amount of work about him, but he is waiting for Pastor Yeosang and is literally counting the hours until the publication. ♥ Because he wants to have an intimate relationship with me, he doesn't want to discuss it with others. ♥ He loves to be called "My love"

Hongjoong - cheeky/slutty bunny ♥ Finds out about the blog through Hwa. He talks about it all the time, bragging left and right about all the attention he gets from me. Also because of Wooyoung and Mingi's fight over the position of my favorite bunny. ♥ He immediately jumps on the topic. ♥ He has no shame "I'm good in all position" ♥ He boldly communicates with other bunnies, replies to comments and starts whole threads. ♥ No requests, he will write to me in DM right away. ♥ Favourite FF - 𝔓𝔯𝔢𝔱𝔱𝔶 𝔉𝔩𝔲𝔰𝔥𝔢𝔡 ♥ Sneaks around on web sites looking for new fur coats ♥ Wants me to call him "Daddy" when he calls me "Mommy". ♥ Attention eater ♥ Maddening jealous: "I just want you to think about me all the time. I'm your favourite bunny." ♥ When tired or upset, comes to talk about his day. ♥ Won't shut up about the results of the voting for a "gift" fic: "You know I'm better than Mingi, right?" ♥ Creates his own sex playlist. ♥ Fan of NSFW Links ♥ Jerks off late at night in his studio. Also likes to touch himself in the shower. ♥ Saves his favourite parts of ff in a separate file. ♥ A moaning mess. ♥ Sometimes forgets his cocky behaviour and asks me to look after him. ♥ All in all very gentle and needy. ♥ Loves to be intimate. ♥ Reading works about Hwa on the sly: "That's my boy" - heartly. ♥ Likes to have conversations with me about kinks. ♥ Favourite AU! - Sugar Daddy, Wolf/Leopard Hybrids, Dilf, Pirate King, CEO

Wooyoung - needy/brat bunny ♥ Found out about the blog by stealing Yeosang's phone. Poor guy choked on his protein shake when he saw Woo looking at the blog. ♥ Totally in love with everything that happens. ♥ Lives and breathes thanks to my work. ♥ Priest Wooyoung is his Roman Empire, rubbing it in everyone's face how fucking hot it was. ♥ He is shameless and open to the point of being impossible. ♥ DM messages 24/7 a day. ♥ He likes to flirt with the other bunnies. ♥ Likes to be called "Good boy / Sweetheart / Foxy". ♥ Will talk about anything and everything in the world. ♥ He deliberately upsets me so that he gets punished: "I've been such a bad bunny, is Mommy going to punish me?" ♥ Loves humiliation. ♥ Calls me "Mommy" in a very horny way. ♥ Spams me with the most depraved requests on a non-stop basis. ♥ Favourite AU! - Fox/Kitten hybrid, sugar baby, toxic boyfriend, religion, sugar daddy (he believes in his potential). ♥ Possesses jealousy: "I can be the only one, can't I?" ♥ Likes to deny himself an orgasm while reading - wants to cum with the characters. ♥ Always horny, so our correspondence tends to be more like a dirty-talking manual. ♥ Comfortably oversized clothes and bulging veins in his forearms. ♥ Favorite FF - 𝔇𝔢𝔩𝔦𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔲𝔰 𝔣𝔯𝔬𝔪 𝔢𝔳𝔦𝔩 ♥ He is incredibly affectionate: "Mommy, do you want me to take care of you? I'm going to behave, I promise". ♥ He will have the audacity to tell me that he masturbates and will ask me to help him with it. ♥ Incredibly loud when he's jerking off. Doesn't care who hears him. Has an amazing time and can't think of anything else. ♥ After a hard day, he loves jerking off in his bed. He takes his time and spreads the pleasure all over the place. Of course, he cum without permission. ♥ "I want to be punished, Mommy".♥ All in all, a soft loverboy.

Yunho - shy/slutty bunny

♥ Finds out about the blog from Hwa. Follows him like a lost puppy until Seonghwa shares the link. ♥ He is a bit shy at first, but he quickly gets involved. ♥ He leaves comments and sends sweet messages to the inbox like an energetic and inspired bunny. ♥ Shy to DM me, but really wants to. ♥ Unholy hours are his thing. ♥ Has a tendency towards corruption kink, size kink, size training. ♥ Yungi is his favourite pairing. ♥ Obediently waits for the second part of BOTH. ♥ Prefers to be called "Pretty boy/Puppy/Sugar bunny". ♥ Calls me "My Lady", but wants to be strong enough to call me "Mistress".♥ Shyly asks for permission to touch himself "May I? Please" ♥ He had no idea how crazy everyone was about his hands until he'd read my work. ♥ Will definitely try putting them in his mouth before mirror to see how that works. ♥ Waiting for new posts like an impatient puppy. ♥ Very excited about the upcoming Priest Yunho fic. Secretly angry about the fact that Wooyoung is the only one who has had his own fic in this series so far. ♥ Favourite AU! - Sugar Daddy, Sub Idol, Yandere, Office, Wolf/Golden Retriever Hybrid ♥ Checks the blog a couple of times a day. ♥ Usually jerks off in the late hours of the night after everyone else has gone to bed. ♥ Cries and pants when he starts playing with himself. ♥ He likes to be overstimulated. He cums at least 3-4 times and brings himself to tears. ♥ He has a fake pussy that he can play with. ♥ "It's so fucking tight, fuck" ♥ He will definitely tell me what he did yesterday evening. ♥ Other than that, he is just a sweet, golden boy.

Mingi - shameless/horny bunny ♥ He found out about the blog when Yunho accidentally spilled the beans about it. ♥ He fell in love immediately and forever. ♥ I'm definitely his favourite. ♥ Loves to read comments, has a big grin on his face all the time. ♥ Very full of himself. ♥ He gets horny too fast and is able to jerk off several times a day. ♥ Calls me "Mistress" in the most perverse manner. ♥ Sends me requests, writes in DMs, and wants my complete and all-consuming attention. ♥ Competing for be favourite bunny on the blog with Seonghwa. ♥ Prefers to be called "Dirty Boy/Fox". ♥ He will definitely write to me in DM to tell me how much he gets turned on by what I write. ♥ Receives a notification every time a new post is made. ♥ "You can put a collar around my neck and strangle me to death, mistress." ♥ He's waiting for a fic about himself as a fox hybrid, he thinks he'd look great with a bushy tail. ♥ DIRTY TALK ♥ He is very possessive: "I would hate to share you with anyone else". ♥ He tests my patience ♥ ℭ𝔯𝔞𝔷𝔶 𝔉𝔬𝔯𝔪 is his religion. ♥ Favourite AU! - Pervert Idol, Sugar Daddy, Striptease/Sex Work, Professor Mingi, Vampire. ♥ He likes to stroke his dick while reading, he is in no hurry with the pleasure. ♥ "Are you going to punish me, Mistress? I've been such a naughty boy." ♥ To punish him, I decided to write down the most detailed dirt on him and send it to him at a totally unexpected time. ♥ He bites his lips and moans softly, swearing terribly. ♥ However, he adores me and will never stop complimenting me.

Jongho - innocent/not innocent bunny

♥ He has no idea why his Hyungs are so obsessed with my blog. Figures it all out for himself through the search for my nickname on Tumblr. ♥ Thinks the whole dynamic between me and the bunnies is funny and he smiling all the time. ♥ Slowly becoming addicted. ♥ He is very interested in the Omegaverse and how it all works. ♥ The bunny that asks questions in the inbox. ♥ "What do I have to call you?" "Are there any rules to follow?" "How open can I be with you?" ♥ Sneaky sends requests about himself to the Unholy Hours ♥ 100% enabled new posts notifications ♥ Pisses off all the Hyungs by being friends with me. ♥ He and Yunho are the main gossips in the dorm and have discussions about everything and anything. ♥ A diligent and obedient bunny with a few hidden kinks. ♥ Loves hip riding, choking and spanking, these things makes him horny. ♥ He is having the time of his life. ♥ Favourite AU! - Sugar Daddy, Hard dom, Omegaverse, Idol x Idol ♥ Reads my blog all over the place, as if it were just a news portal. ♥ He is one of the most sociable bunnies, but he is still anonymous. ♥ My stories make him horny and he doesn't like to lose control of himself. ♥ He ends up masturbating in the bathroom, breathing heavily and biting the palm of his hand to stop himself from moaning out loud. ♥ Loves the idea of NSFW links. He secretly saves all the videos on his phone. ♥ Wants to be called "Darling/Sweet". ♥ He is very caring, so he is always on the lookout for my well-being. ♥ He feels very comfortable and has a lot of fun with me. ♥ He blushes like a school girl when I call him "Sugar Bunny"

[angelsnkisses]

thinking about dark!jack <3

💟 nsfw - mdni 💟

A/N: i tried to resist but.. well, you know me. this is my first time trying something like this, i'm kinda nervous 😭. (i did make it relatively tame, since i don't have much experience with it!)

warnings: dark!softdom!jack, sub!gn!reader, (briefly implied fem anatomy, sorry!!) overstimulation, unprotected sex, degrading/mocking, use of safe word, lowkey ignoring safeword, dubcon (?), creampie

• he's so unfair the whole time he fucks you.. like, you'd be a sobbing, overstimulated mess, begging him for mercy as he pounds into you so roughly :(.

"aw, you need a break? don't wanna cum anymore?"

• he'll have your legs around his waist, one hand keeping your wrists above your head while the other holds your hip, pinning you down and rocking into you hard. there'd be a sticky, white ring around his base from you cumming over and over again, which only drives him even further past the point of reason.

• he'll talk you through it (but that doesn't mean he's equitable in any way, he makes sure you understand that he's in charge). whenever you start whining and insisting you need a break, he's all sweet and lovey towards you, voice dripping with honey while he reassures your deluged mind.

"you can take it, look how well you're doing for me."

"just a couple more, yeah? there you go.."

• this man has insane stamina, he'll cum inside you over and over and still manage to keep fucking you. it takes a whole lot to get jack to tap out, which he hasn't ever done so far. it's always you who has to croak out the safeword.

• he stops when you use it.. but he's not immediately cleaning you up and asking you what he can do for you. no, jack just looks down at you, pouting his lower lip and slowing his thrusts down to a snails pace. he'll ignore your meek pleads and attempts to get your wrists free, the hand on your hip snaking up to your face to cradle it gently.

"it's too much for you, hm? feels too good?"

• he'll mock pity at your nod in agreement, smiling sympathetically when you give him those red, teary puppy eyes and start sniffling quietly. he'll wipe the tears away from your heated cheeks and press a kiss to your nose, resting his forehead on yours to start cooing at you.

"you can do it, doll, i know you like it.. just gotta relax, mm?"

"you're making me feel so good.. you wanna make me feel good, don't you?"

• and of course you do :(.

• he has a way of.. persuading you. he knows just how to get into your pretty little head, and as much as he should feel guilty, he doesn't. he wants you all to himself, and he has no problem doing whatever he can to keep you. he craves your dependence on him, as twisted and toxic as it seems.

• the day you told him you couldn't get off without him anymore, he lost his fucking mind. he had never fucked you so hard, spewing out praises and filthy comments the whole time. he was over the moon about the effect he had on you, and he made it real obvious the entire time.

"i bet you thought about this, hm? touching yourself, pretending it was me, trying to cum so bad."

• he'll probably make you finish anywhere from four to six times before he's satisfied, finally pulling out of your abused hole with his eyes pinned to what he's doing. why? because he just has to get an eyeful of all the cum that spills out of you, making a huge mess on your bed (i hope you laid a towel out).

• he completely fucks you out on the regular, like genuinely pray for your legs.. and your spine.

• he's honestly so genuine during aftercare, especially after he's real rough with you. he'll help you wobble over the bathroom to get you all cleaned up, pressing kisses to your warm skin and mumbling quiet praises the whole time.

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A/N: i'm so sorry for this 😭 it's been rotting in the back of my mind and i needed to write it down before i started going insane. hope you enjoyed though, happy scrolling <3.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for playing music in my shared apartment?

🎵🎧 so I can find it

I live in a shared apartment with two other girls (L and S). It is a student apartment because we are all university students, but it's not provided by the school. Just an apartment complex that markets to students.

I've been with my boyfriend for almost a year, and he comes over on weekends sometimes and we hang out or go to dinner, do homework, and yes, have sex. I have tried to be the ideal roommate. I never use my speakers to play music, only headphones. I have shushed my boyfriend when he laughs super loud during TV shows. Meanwhile, both of my roommates have a habit of playing loud music, burning candles and incense, having half a dozen people over and doing karaoke super loud and late at night with the only warning "having some friends over later."

Last weekend, my roommate L allowed her friend over to work on their small business stuff in the common area (L was not at the apartment, she let the friend in and then went to work). The friend had the TV playing in the living room, and my boyfriend and I keep pretty quiet when we're having sex. I guess we were louder than we thought, because I got a text later from L basically reading me the riot act for making her friend uncomfortable and being inconsiderate. The friend seems nice, I didn't intend to make him uncomfortable. L also said that there have been several times that she or S have heard my boyfriend and I, and that it's "fucking nasty" and I need to be more considerate of the fact that we share a living space. I thought this was pretty hypocritical given that I am almost always super quiet because the walls are thin, and neither of them bothers to keep the noise down.

But I'm not trying to start a fight, so I told her I didn't realize we could be heard and I would make an effort to prevent it in the future.

So. Last night was Valentine's. (Wrote this when the ask box was closed lol) My boyfriend and I went out to dinner, spent some time playing a board game in my room, and then I turned on some music on my speakers, turned it up loud enough that it would have masked normal conversation volume, and we had sex. The music was loud enough that, unless we spoke directly into one another's ears or raised our voices, my boyfriend and I couldn't hear each other.

I got a furious text this morning because I only played music when it was obvious that we were banging, so that made it gross to L, like I was broadcasting what I was doing to the rest of the apartment. I told her that she should do what I did and buy some headphones, and otherwise she could decide whether she preferred to hear my music or to hear me getting laid.

She said I'm disgusting and to grow up.

On the one hand, it WAS obvious that I was playing the music to mask the sounds. I don't like music during sex, but I was trying to be considerate (even if I was pissed). I don't think that I should have to stop having sex in my own home that I pay for, especially when I am already making efforts to keep it pretty quiet. L seems to think that I shouldn't do it at all while someone is home, but S is almost ALWAYS home, and tbh, I don't think it's unreasonable to want to have some intimacy with my boyfriend in my own home, especially on Valentine's Day. But I'll admit, part of me felt pretty spiteful & vindicated when I started the music, so AITA?

What are these acronyms?

[marcellaasblog]

Eyes for the Geezer.

Main masterlist

Older Eddie munson x reader

Summary: Your boyfriend Wyatt takes you to go meet his parents for the first time.When you find out Wyatt has been cheating on you threw out y'all whole relationship,you take Eddie up on his offer but will that do you any good in the end?

Warnings for the whole series: cheating, divorce, angst,smut, alcohol, smoking,p in v,daddy kink, pervert Eddie, Wyatt's mom is an ass to you, mention of Steve, insecure reader,dom Eddie, switch reader, Wyatt mom is a cheater,huge age gap,insecure Eddie, and of course fluff with a Happy ending??

Author's notes: Eddie is 50 reader is 27 . I'm gonna keep the same names from the old story. Beth (Eddie's wife) Wyatt (beth & Eddie son) mack/Mackenzie (Wyatts ex girlfriend)

So I thought I could put part 2 and 3 together with this,but that didn't happen it just looked all over the place and it was too long ,so why not just tease y'all with what I have.

Part 2 // part 3

part 1

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Having a boyfriend was a tough situation to handle.

Being in relationships scared you.

Falling in love while your young fucked with you head on multiple acassions.

You had a boyfriend here and there,but they never seemed to last .

Growing up you had your little fantasy about getting married and having kids, being the best parent you could possibly be.

Which was something you never had.

You wanted to be the absolute best for yourself.

Was that too much to ask for?

You had a rough relationship with your mom,she would always say things that put you in an uncomfortable position.

You couldn't put your finger on why your mom treated you like if you didn't have feelings.

On the other hand you and your dad had a pretty okay relationship but wasn't as great either.you were the only child which makes it look like it was the best situation to live in.

It wasn't that you were lonely, very lonely.

The only thing you could do to fix your problem was to make friends,it was never an easy thing to do.you had to deal with lunches alone staying in the locker room for gym and no friends to talk to during class or passing periods,maybe the teachers but at that they really never bothered.

After graduation you finally felt free and excited to be away from family and mean school kids.You have goals and plans from your life you knew what you wanted and nothing was going to stop you from accomplishing them.

Well you thought.

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You met Wyatt Munson on your 25 birthday at a local bar across from your campus,he was beautiful and unbelievable someone like him would walk up to someone like you.

Wyatt was tall,tan skin, Nice hair that framed his face perfectly as a bit of his fell onto his forehead.he was a proper man and definitely a Mama's boy by heart.

Y'all talked for about an hour straight having drinks come back and forth to y'all table. Wyatt was pretty, but so fucken borning. You wanted to end the conversation so badly,that's until Wyatt took you both to his hotel room and now he was pretty, borning and a fucken sex God.

Little did you know,you would be spending the next 3 years with him.

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Wyatt decided to take a trip out to Hawkins Indiana the place we're he grew up most of his life .You never heard of it but you weren't about to turn down a road trip,you never know maybe y'all learn new things about Wyatt.

It was a 3 hour drive from your location to Hawkins so Wyatt made sure To be ready with blankets ,snacks and a good playlist.

Wyatt let you sleep on the way there knowing you get fussy if you don't have your special naps threw out your day.

How sweet of a boyfriend he is to you. Your so lucky.

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You heard the sound of rain hitting your windshield ,your eyes are foggy and you're not ready to open them quiet yet. That's until you notice that the car was not moving anymore You groaned and stressed out your body hearing a thump from your dashboard as you hit your leg on it.

"Stuiped fucken dashboard." You get from your seat removing your blanket from your tired frame as you get out of the car.

Wyatt rushes next to you grabbing your blanket and hands "slow down baby you're gonna hurt yourself."

Wyatt grabs your hand helping you out of his car as he shuts the door behind you locking as he walks you up the stairs."where the hell are we?" You asked for your blanket from Wyatt.

." we're in Hawkins already and I decided to stop at a hotel tonight instead of heading to my mom's house." Wyatt Opens the door for you allowing you to go in first.

"plus my mom and my dad are probably asleep anyways." Wyatt leads you to the bed, setting you down.

"you should get some sleep baby we got a long day ahead of us tomorrow."

" You nod at your boyfriend's voice. "you gonna join me?"

Wyatt gets up from the bed unwrapping your hands from his waist"not now baby I gotta go get some things done real quick and I'll be back."

Wyatt gets up sliding on his jacket "where are you going so late"?"

You slide off your shoes tucking yourself into the rough covers. "uh you know just getting some drinks with an old friend but I promise I'll be back as soon as I can."

You sit up in bed "with who?" Wyatt scratches his chin. "uhh remember Mack my friend from college I mentioned a couple of times?"

You nod your head "oh yeah I remember,but why so late?" Wyatt grab his keys from the side table. "uh she just wanted to see me thats all"

you looked at Wyatt heading to the door "wait? She? you never told me mack was a girl"

Wyatt chuckled at your words, were you that dumb he thought to himself. "well what do you expect her names mack" you rolled your eyes at your boyfriend .

"fine Just be careful I guess" you laid down as Wyatt opens the door

"yeah yeah I know babe I'm an adult I will see you in a bit I love you" Wyatt heads out the door.

"asshole." you cover yourself up in the blanket drifting back in to your deep sleep .

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You woke up to the sun appearing through the white stained curtains.you felt the warmth of your boyfriend's body laying beside you,still tired you slowly turned your body to face your boyfriend to see him heavily asleep. You caress his face slowly putting your hands over his pretty features touching every mole on his face and every strip of hair that fell on his forehead kissing his cheek.

Wyatt groans as he stirs awake"well good morning to you too." Wyatt kisses your forehead as he runs his fingers through your bed hair.

"So you ready to meet my parents" You squint your eyes pulling the covers over your head .

"Oh come on baby don't be dramatic." He pulls the sheets down letting you lean your head on his chest.

"What if they don't like me?" Wyatt rubs your back trying to get you to relax but he knows you're still going to doubt yourself.

" Y/n baby I love you and I promise they will too."' You let out a groaning sound cuddling up into your arms , you kiss his face all the way down to his neck when your eyes catch a mark on the side of his neck. You really didn't think much about it so you let it go.

Maybe it's an old one you gave him?

"Well we better get going, we only have an hour left for room anyways." Wyatt takes you off of his putting you on your back as he gets up from the bed.

Your eyes scan Wyatta's body as he gets up only to see that there were red scratches on his back,his whole back was covered.

"Hey what's wrong with your back? Did you hurt yourself or something?"

Damnit forgot about those.

"Uh no why?" Wyatt asked as he put his shirt back on.

"There's red marks all over your back babe" Wyatt clears his thoughts.

"Um it's probably nothing,let's get dressed already, you're probably going to take forever anyways .' Wyatt walks to the restroom slamming the door .

Fucken dickhead.

Why is he acting so weird all of a sudden?

You got up from bed ready to start your day.

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Wyatt stops In Front of this beautiful white house, there was a garden in the front with different kinds of pretty colorful flowers. The grass looks greener than ever. There was also a bird's fountain with a small waterfall in the center of the Yard.

"What the fuck." You whispered as you were admiring his family home.

Wyatt chuckled taking his seatbelt off "it's pretty isn't it"

"It's more then pretty it's fucken magical"

"What you never saw a house before" he Glocks his eyebrow up.

"No.Not like this"

"Well come on then let me show you inside your gonna love it"

Wyatt gets out of the driver side jogging to your side opening the door for you .You take his hand as he puts his keys up pressing the button to like his car to lock it.

You walk up to the house Wyatt can feel your hands getting sweaty."hey,it's gonna be okay babe I promise." You smile at him as he knocks on the door.

"Coming." You hear. Women's voices from inside the house. The older woman opens the door ."Oh my god my baby boy, how have you been?" She squealed in excitement giving Wyatt a big hug giving him kisses all over his face as Wyatt tried to swat her away from him.

She was beautiful. She had dark black short hair.She was curvy and short. She had a couple of tattoos herself which you thought was cool.

You could tell she was Cooking by all the flour she had on her purple top and face.

"Well come on, kids get inside."she waves y'all into the house

The inside was beautiful, the floors were marble and the furniture was this beautiful gray and navy blue. It was definitely very expensive.

She walks you and Wyatt to the kitchen letting y'all have a seat at the table.

"Mom, this is y/n my girlfriend." You smile at Wyatt turning to his mom she walks over to you giving you a big hug "it's nice to finally meet you y/n Wyatts told us a lot about you and by the way my name's beth but you can just call me Ms.Munson" she says giving your arm a big squeeze before returning back to the stove.

"So were is dad?" Wyatt spoke up again.

"He's in the shower and told him he needed to clean up because he smelled." She giggled, stirring whatever might be in the pot.

"What did I tell you about bullying dad mom you know how sensitive he Gets" Wyatt laughs

"Oh calm down he's a big boy he can handle it ,plus I was just fucking around with him he knows that Wyatt."

"Yeah but remember last time he got mad at you for breaking his Garfield mug."

"Maybe he should clean his own hair out of the drain,his hair sheds more than my hair does,like don't get me wrong honey,I love your father's hair but it was way better back then but now it just looks bad." She wrinkled up her nose.

"Why don't you tell him to cut it then." Wyatt asked, taking off his jacket and hanging it behind his chair.

"Believe me, baby I keep on telling him it's not the 80s anymore,so get rid of that shit and it's the same thing everytime. you sound like my dad it's my hair I can do whatever I want with it" she mocks her husband.

God, you're already getting annoyed with her and you barely spoke to this woman.

"Well he does have a point but a trim won't hurt."

"Yes it will hurt, boy it's my hair." A voice said coming from the living room.

"Finally you're out what took you so long,wait let me guess your hair." Beth joked.

"You know it." The older man said, stepping into the kitchen.

Holy shit he was hot!

Like how beth said he had long salt and pepper hair,he was tall and bulky he has a sleeve of tattoos on his right arm and Wyatts and Beth on his Left bicep he was wearing a gray muscle shirt and some old blue work jeans that had a couple of patches on his back pocket,not like you were staring at his ass or anything it just caught your eyes.

I mean he does have a nice ass.

"Ah you must me y/n,I hope." the older man joked,trust me he knew who you were. Eddie brings you and Wyatt into a hug,he smelled like after shave and one of those men's cheap cologne you could find at a pharmacy,and his arms were huge and hugged you tightly as his biceps flexed around your frame you could feel his beard and mustache tickle the top of your forehead and his hot breath on your ear .

"Yeah yeah I mean yes it's great to finally meet y'all,Wyatt tell me a lot about y'all."

"No I don't." Wyatt said as you turned your head around at him giving him a Disappointed Expression.

Eddie chuckled at your flustered face.

"Hey it's alright honey you don't need to impress us" Eddie leans in "I mean I'm already impressed by you from what I know." Eddie whispered into your ear sending chills down your body. You make eye contact with him as he sits right across from you and he sends you a wink.

Eddie knew what he was doing. Your reaction is the same as all the other young women that would be around him,but there was just something so intriguing about you and he wanted to see how long it takes for you to break. You looked like a good girl but once he gets his hands on you ,you sure as hell won't act like one.

He knew it was wrong to try to start anything with his son's girlfriend but at that he knew his son's reputation and it wasn't a good one when it came to relationships.

Wyatt was just like his mom.

So Eddie wanted to have a little fun too.

He made sure to do a little research on you before you came I mean all he needed was your name and boom all social medias appeared

Was he stalking your account for a couple of months now?

Maybe.

Did he jerk off a couple of times to your bikini pictures you posted on Instagram?

Maybe.

Does he have saved photos of you in his phone?

Maybe...okay yes he did.

He knew he needed to take things slow he didn't want to scary you off or make you uncomfortable but after seeing you squirm under his vision he's pretty positive it will go just fine and no one will get hurt.

He hoped.

It sure as hell wouldn't stop Beth from sleeping with her ex Steve or Wyatt still going to go see mack.

Eddie felt bad that you didn't know who Wyatt really was and he sure as hell didn't raise him to be like that.

Is he trying to get back at Beth and teach Wyatt a lesson.

Yes.

Did he really want to fuck you.

Also yes.

His son was no real man too you and his wife was ungrateful.

And Eddie wanted to show you how a real man could treat you

You would find out sooner or later about wyatt and once you do, he's positive you will take up his offer in no time.

But will Eddie's offer be good for you in the long run??

[bell4lan]

"wanna join?"

Genre: Smut + fluff

DNI: NON-MLM/NBLM, fujoshis, mlm/nblm fetishizers, trans fetishizers, everyone on my DNI list

CW: Threesome, getting walked in on during sex, double penetration in one hole, feminine words used for Kaveh's privates, oral sex (Kaveh and Alhaitham receiving), protected and unprotected sex (Alhaitham uses a condom reader doesn't), creampie, squirting, PLOT TWIST!!11!!1!1

Character(s)/Reader: Top Alhaitham x Top Male Reader x Bottom Trans Kaveh

"(N-Name) fuck hah~ right there!" Kaveh moaned, yelling out your name so loud the neighbors could hear how good you were making him feel. He clawed at your back as you pounded his sensitive pussy, legs trembling as you hit that special place inside him.

"Fuck Kaveh, how are you always so- hah~ tight?" You asked as he clenched his hole around you, making an even tighter fit. Kaveh only babbled as pleasure took over his brain, rendering that pretty mouth of his useless as all he did was moan.

You both were so loud you didn't notice Alhaitham walk in on you two, watching from the door with a blank face. He positioned the book he had in his hand over his crotch so the erection he had could be hidden. He coughed to make himself know, making you snap your head in the direction of the door.

"Please be quiet. I can't focus on reading over your obnoxious noises." He said, face slightly pink from seeing your cock inside his roommate who looked thoroughly fucked out despite not being finished.

You noticed the blush and glanced down at the book he was holding, noticing the erection he failed to hide.

"Doesn't seem like that's why you can't focus," you chuckled, seeing his face turn more pink. "wanna join?" You asked. Alhaitham's jaw dropped slightly and his eyes widened. Join?

"(Name)?" Kaveh called out as he zoned back in.

"Is it okay if Alhaitham joins darling?" You asked, brushing hair out of your boyfriend's face as you held him. You knew he found Alhaitham attractive, which didn't bother you since Alhaitham was no match for you. Plus, you thought Alhaitham was pretty cute. The blond nodded shyly, keeping his eyes on you.

Kaveh consenting shocked the grey haired man even more. He stood still for a moment, thinking carefully about what he should do. 'Fuck it.' he thought as he dropped his book and took off his clothes, giving in to his sexual urges.

Kaveh whined as you pulled out and helped him onto his hands and knees. Alhaitham was at the side of the bed now, his semi-hard cock in front of Kaveh's face.

"Go on baby, make him hard." You instructed as you kissed your boyfriend's cheek, trailing kisses down his back. Kaveh felt a little embarrassed being so exposed and submissive in front of his roommate whom he always argued with. Regardless, he followed your instructions and licked his cock from the base to the tip and sucked on it softly.

As Kaveh was busy making Alhaitham hard, your kisses trailed down to his dripping pussy. You spread his ass and started licking up his arousal, smirking as he twitched and moaned around Alhaithams tip.

Kaveh whined around Alhaitham's now fully hard cock as you ate his pussy, legs weak from your tongue. He was already close to coming from your earlier activies, but he didn't what to cum on your tongue. No, he wanted dick, he wanted your cock to fill him up again and pound his tight hole.

Eventually, he couldn't handle not being stuffed, so he pulled off Alhaitham's cock and looked back at you as you continued lapping at his folds. "(Name), pl-please I-I need your dick- ngh~. I-" His pleas were cut off by a kiss from you, your tongue roaming his mouth making him taste himself. You then pulled away and cupped his cheek.

"Wanna be filled Kaveh? Need some cock? How would you feel about two, hm?" You teased, running your thumb across his swollen lips. He looked between you and Alhaitham and swallowed hard.

"Will you both fit?" He asked you quietly, wanting to hear your opinion rather than Alhaitham's since you knew more about his body.

"It could work. We'd need to stretch you so it won't hurt as much, but you're already pretty stretched from my dick so it won't take long." You whispered, rubbing his shoulder comfortingly. This decision was all up to Kaveh since he would be the one taking two cocks, so you both gave him all the time he needed to think it over.

However, it wasn't long before you were pushing your cock back into Kaveh. He sighed, a bit relieved that he finally had a dick inside him. You showed Alhaitham how to carefully put his finger in while your cock was inside, thrusting slowly and carefully so Kaveh didn't feel too much pain from the stretch.

"Just like that Haitham, good. You okay baby?" You asked softly, looking over at Kaveh's face. He nodded, swollen pink lips parted as cute moans left them.

The careful stretching of Kaveh's hole continued for a while, but it was finally stretched just enough. Your hips stilled as Alhaitham put on a condom and lined his tip up to Kaveh's prepped hole.

"Be careful Haitham." You whispered in his ear as he started pushing in slowly. Kaveh groaned from just the tip, making Alhaitham stop.

"Are you okay Kaveh?" He asked, concerned about his roommate.

"Y-Yes just keep going slowly." The blond instructed. Alhaitham did as he was told, and pushed his entire cock in very very slowly. Kaveh let out the loudest whine as Alhaitham fully entered, his arms trembling as they struggled to keep his upper body up. Neither you nor Alhaitham moved so Kaveh could adjust to two cocks in him.

"You both are doing so good." You whispered as you rubbed Kaveh's hip comfortingly. You turned to Alhaitham and saw his flushed cheeks and parted lips, looking so kissable. Turning his head, you pressed your lips against his, humming as he kissed back sloppily. Kaveh glanced back and whimpered softly as he saw you and Alhaitham make out, getting wetter from the sight.

"I-I'm ready." Kaveh whined, desperately wanting to get pounded. You broke the kiss and nodded at Alhaitham, signaling him to thrust his hips. The both of you tried your best to thrust at the same time so you all would feel good, but Kaveh was too tight for it to work smoothly. That didn't matter though. Feeling Kaveh's pussy around your cock and Alhaitham's cock rubbing against yours made you shiver and groan, providing you with such mindblowing pleasure. From the noises you heard Alhaitham make, you could tell he was enjoying it too.

And Kaveh...oh Kaveh, he was the loudest he's ever been. Needy whines and moans filled the entire house, letting you both know just how much he loved being stuffed and ruined by 2 cocks. He tried to keep himself quiet, he really did, but your guy's cocks filled him up so much! His sweet spot was hit repeatedly no matter how deep inside either of you were.

He eventually had to give up trying to support his upper body and laid his top half down. Tears streamed down his face as he got overwhelmed from how much pleasure he was feeling, the pillow he laid on was soaked from his tears.

"A-Are you okay Kaveh?" Alhaitham asked as he slowed down his thrusts. You could see the worry on his face, it was adorable. Kaveh could only respond with a quick nod and a whine, signaling that he wanted him to speed up again. Alhaitham seemed to be unsure and looked over at you.

"It's- hah, okay Haitham. Kaveh cries when he feels really good." You quickly explained, trying to sound as clear as possible as you kept up with your thrusts. Alhaitham nodded in understanding and went back to his normal speed, trying to ignore the fuzzy feeling in his chest knowing that he was making Kaveh feel good.

Kaveh babbled something as you both kept pounding his pussy. Alhaitham didn't understand, but you did. He was going to cum, hard. You could tell Alhaitham was getting closer to release too, making you feel relieved. You had been holding back on coming for 30 minutes because you wanted to keep making Kaveh and Alhaitham feel good, but it was getting harder and harder to keep in with each thrust.

Finally, Kaveh let out a very loud and high pitched moan, squirting all over the bed as his cunt tightened around you both. That was all it took to get Alhaitham to pull out and cum into his condom. You thrusted a few more times after Alhaitham pulled out and then pulled Kaveh's hips all the way back so your dick would be deep inside him as you came. Your dick twitched and spurted hot cum into Kaveh, making the blond whimper.

You pulled out carefully, and sat down on the bed. You and Alhaitham watched as pearls of cum dripped out of Kaveh's puffy and used cunt. You glanced over at Alhaitham and chuckled at how mesmerized he looked watching it. You gave him a kiss on the cheek before getting up and moving towards Kaveh, sitting next to him and he lied on his stomach.

"Hey baby, are you okay? Do you need anything?" You whispered softly as you rubbed his back. Kaveh was still trying to gather himself as you spoke to him, so all he did was move closer to you rest a hand on your thigh. You knew this meant he wanted to cuddle, so that's what you did.

As you held Kaveh in one arm, you motioned Alhaitham to come over with the other. He went to the side that wasn't occupied and rested against you, still needing some time to recover from his orgasm.

A few hours later, you all were recovered and cleaning up. Alhaitham was in the shower as you and Kaveh got dressed.

"Hey Kaveh?" You asked as he pulled on his shirt.

"Yes?"

"Do you like Alhaitham?" You asked. Your voice was neutral, so Kaveh couldn't tell if you were upset with him or not.

"Wh-what? Of course not I-I only have feelings for you! If this is about him joining in it wasn't even my idea-" You cut Kaveh off with a soft kiss to the lips, your arms moving to his waist.

"Oh honey you're so bad at lying. I'm not mad at you at all. I only asked cause i've realized that I do, and wanted to see if you would be okay with asking him to join our relationship." You explained. Kaveh looked up at you with wide eyes and flushed cheeks.

"Well...I wouldn't mind that, but what if he doesn't want it and we make him uncomfortable?" He asked, arms now around you.

"Kaveh, have you seen the way he looks at us? He practically had hearts in his eyes the whole time we were doing it." You laughed.

"What? No way, you're lying." Kaveh said, but you had no time to defend yourself. Alhaitham entered the room, now completely clothed. He was noticeably more casual around you two, and asked what you were talking about. You glanced at Kaveh and he gave a small nod.

"Um, actually we were talking about you." You confessed. Alhaitham raised a brow and gave you both his full attention.

"I'll get straight to the point. We both have feelings for you and were wondering if you wanted to try joining our relationship. Of course you don't have to fully commit right away. We could all go on dates to see if you like it. We'd appreciate it if you considered." You explained. Absolute silence followed after. Alhaitham stared at you two blankly, but you could tell he was thinking. Kaveh was fidgeting nervously at your side, so you held his hand and gave it a comforting squeeze.

"...okay. I wouldn't mind a date or two." Alhaitham finally replied. Kaveh looked surprised and you just smiled.

"Please tell us if you ever feel uncomfortable during these dates, you can stop them any time you want." Kaveh said, receiving a nod from Alhaitham in return.

You all got to discussing how dates would work, and how the relationship would work if Alhaitham decided to fully join. Both you and Kaveh were very excited about going on a date with Alhaitham. Despite thinking Alhaitham was no match for you earlier, you were glad that you and Kaveh decided to invite him into your relationship.

Now you had two cute boyfriends to love.

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POLYAMORY PLOT TWIST. Mwahahahha

I was originally not going to make this polyamorous, but it was too perfect. The situation needed to end in polyamory it was calling to me.

I hope you guys enjoy this story! Please ignore any minor plot errors, this was originally supposed to be smut only ^^;.

Also shout out to the person who begged me to make this! I appreciate you :P

[mrsbrookemunson]

For the insecurity prompt, could I request a nsfw scenario involving the reader feeling self-conscious about being quiet in bed? It'd be lovely to see Eddie being plenty turned on by a reader who is quieter during sex and not expecting a performance or forced moans.

Mhmmm— I love this one!!! I do feel there is a lack of diversity with in the nsfw Eddie community—reader is always loud, but what about the people who are quiet? We need to be represented!!!

Warnings: 18+, implied fem!reader, no use of 'y/n', insecure!reader (obvi), oral (f receiving), swearing, excessive use of the pet name 'baby' (I'm sorry), weird emphasizing, porn with a splash of plot, soft dom!eddie if you squint, slight aftercare, the fluffiest ending, most likely grammar and spelling errors, kinda shit writing, but hey—we all have our off days. I still hope you enjoy :)

Word Count: It's a blurb, so it's short and sweet.

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Series Masterlist | Eddie Munson Masterlist

~ Actions Speak Louder Than Words ~

Your back arched off the bed ever-so-slightly.

"Feels good, doesn't it baby?"

You nodded.

He mimicked you, tauntingly. "I know it does baby—shit—keep grinding on my face, just like that." He gripped your hips tighter, guiding you, setting a faster pace as his tongue flicked at your clit.

You let out a low hum, eyes rolling back into your head.

"So, wet for me—" He moaned into your folds.

You tried to respond with your own forced moan, but that made him stop abruptly.

"No, none of that fake shit, 'kay? Eyes on me—I know when I'm doing my job right. Just sit back and let me do my thing." When his mouth finds his way back into your pussy your eyes squeezed shut immediately. "Yeah—that's it." He sucks at your clit.

You whined, softly. "Eddie," you whisper. Your hand flies down to tug at his hair, roughly.

"Oh, fuck, baby—gonna make me cum and I'm just the giver here. See? No need for that pretty little mind of yours to go overthinking about things that don't matter, right? Right." His tongue slips easily into your hole, plunging in and down.

You tugged at his hair harder, making him moan loudly. You felt the bed begin to move as his own hips rut into the mattress.

"Keep rolling your eyes back like that f'me. Oh god," he moaned again. "You're so goddamn sexy, you know that?"

His nose brushed your clit, a breathy moan escaped you. Your hips start moving against his face faster, his tongue meeting your pace. Your right hand gripping his hair while your left one grips the bedsheet. Your toes curl as he laps his tongue over your clit over and over again. You almost begged him not to stop, but it all felt too good, you couldn't find it in yourself to speak.

Instead you indulged in the feeling of pleasure, selfishly.

"Gonna cum, baby?" he asked. His voice was high and breathy.

You nodded. And finally whispered a 'yes'.

"Fuck—me too. Gonna make me cum in my pants with how good you taste, and that face of yours. God, that face of yours." He chuckled, sending vibrations up your body. "The way your body reacts to me... Jesus, it by itself could send me to Hell with the thoughts it gives me." He hummed into you.

You shuddered, and squirmed. He had to press your hips down into the mattress with his hands just to get you to stop moving. But, he didn't mind, he loved the way you sighed, and the way you threw your head back, and the way you arched your back for him while you grind yourself into his face over and over again, tasting the sweet taste of you on his tongue, and—

"Fuck, fuck—baby, I'm gonna cum," he whimpered. He dug himself deeper into your pussy, set on getting you to cum on his face. "C'mon baby, c'mon please cum for me, need you to cum on my face."

He heard your breath hitch in your throat. Your chest heaving as you choked on your own breaths that quickened.

"Yes just like that, baby, just like fucking that," he growled.

"I'm cumming, Eddie," you warn, in an airy whisper.

Incoming slick covered his nose, mouth, and chin. Moaning when he felt a new wetness, a sweeter, more richer taste that graced his tongue. You loudly sighed, mouth opened in a silent scream as your body convulsed, waves of pleasure rifled through you. Eddie's moans got bolder as he drank in your cum, harshly humping the bed as he whimpered and cried into your pussy when he came along only moments after you.

You slightly whined due to overstimulation, but he was quick to pull away to get a closer look at your dazed expression. He stood upright off the bed. "Be right back," he mumbled.

You only nodded, watching him, lazily, as he ran out of the room. Only a minute later did he come back in with some water, and a clean face. "Got you this," he said, setting it down on the nightstand beside you.

He looked down at you with a soft smile in which you returned. He reached out and brushed some strands of hair away from your face. "I want you to know that it doesn't—it wouldn't matter if you were loud or quiet in bed. That would be weird if I only liked you because you were loud during sex."

You laughed a little. "Yeah... just a bit, but it happens, you know?"

He shrugged. "Yeah, well... you have nothing to be worried about with me. I love you, and you... I hope you know that you can turn me on with just one look—even a hug or a light touch on my arm for christ sakes," he claimed, dramatically. "There's not another person in this world that gives me the same effect you give me..." His smile turned sheepish. "Which reminds me that I need to go clean up. But, you—you stay right here. Get under the covers, get comfortable, I'll be right back." He rushed to his drawers, pulling out a new pair of boxers, nearly tripping on the way out to the bathroom.

You found yourself smiling as he did so. You got up and grabbed a shirt and a pair of his boxers to put on yourself and got under the covers on his bed. The smell of his cologne, the smell of weed and cigarettes, all in which lingered on his bed engulfed you. You found peace within it. Feeling a warmth in the center of your chest as you closed your eyes.

You soon felt the mattress dip beside you, a new weight of Eddie's arm around your stomach, pulling you into his chest.

"I love you." He pressed a sweet kiss against your temple. Another one on your cheek.

Your heart skipped a beat. "I love you too," you replied.

Then his heart skipped a beat.

Next Chapter: ... We don't know, yet.

[kmt123whatsthetea]

Fred Weasley NSFW alphabet

Kinktober 2023

I am so late to Kinktober. I kept procrastinating and getting side tracked. I am in the process of finishing a George Weasley NSFW alphabet but my laptop has decided that it doesn’t want to turn back on, so for anyone interested it might be a little backlogged.

TW: Fred is a dirty devil and I won't hide it, mean-dom Fred, brief somnophilia? (no touching but sexual activity next to a sleeping person), allusions to a piss kink, oral (giving and receiving, there’s O for you), overstimulation, mentions of praise and degrading, a smidge of jealous Fred,

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Although Fred can sometimes be a meanie (in a teasing way), he will always hold you after sex. He’ll get everything you ask for and stroke your hair until you fall asleep. Even at times when he's too tired to even move, he’ll cater to you first.

B = Body Part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partners)

He couldn't possibly decide what he likes more: your pretty pussy that sucks him in so perfectly or those gorgeous tits that bounce when he goes harder. If he had to pick, he’d probably go with neither and choose your lips. Not because of how kissabe they are but because of how perfect they look wrapped around his cock.

On himself, he likes his forearms (bare with me on this). He likes how his veins look when he’s gripping something, whether it's his old club from his time as a beater in Hogwarts or your hips. He also knows how good he looks when he rolls his shirt up to his elbows. He knows he looks good because of how turned on you get from it.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum, basically)

Where do I start? This man loves to either cum in you or on you. He adores cumming inside you and pushing it back inside when it leaks out, but he also loves it when it stains your tits. Another thing he loves is seeing it drip down your chin after you’ve sucked him off. He teases you and calls you his messy little whore.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He has a dirty fantasy about fucking you at The Burrow during a family get together. Just the thought of you trying to keep quiet while he rearranges your insides. He can imagine how worried you'd be about waking everyone else while he buries himself so deep inside of you.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Oh, he knows what he's doing and he knows he does it well. He won’t even try to hide how much action he got at Hogwarts (after he reached 16). But when he met you, you were everything he needed and more. The only one for him. He now uses all his experience to make you see stars.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying)

Fred (being the kinky guy that he is) absolutely loves any position that lets him know that he's the one in charge. If he’s in a tender mood, he will absolutely do missionary and keep his head close to yours as he presses soft kisses to your face.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment? Are they humourous? etc.)

Surprisingly, sex is one of the only times when this jokester is serious. He won't be deadly serious, but he's too focused on the moment to crack any jokes or make you giggle. Why would he make you giggle when he could make you scream? ;)

H = Hair (How well-groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He has never really been the grooming sort. His hair is a mop of ginger, the carpet will match. He does groom and trim it occasionally but he’ll never go out of his way to be completely shaven. If you like no hair for him, he won’t exactly rush to shave it all. He likes to have the final word about his down-there hair, the same way he believes you should with yours. If you have hair or you don’t, he won't care since it's your decision.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment? The romantic aspect.)

It depends entirely on his day. If he's had a good day at work, he can be very romantic and loving in the moment. He will take care of you and hold you and he goes slow and steady. If his day has been stressful, you are going to have a face full of mattress and your insides rearranged.

J = Jack off (Masturbation Headcanon)

This man can't keep his hands off of himself. He would masturbate at least 2 times a day. He's not addicted to it, he just uses the excuse of it being a great stress reliever. He won’t stop once you enter his life and his bed. In fact, having you around makes it 10 times better. He loves to jerk off before you get home, he loves the thought of being caught by you. He really loves to jerk off next to you while you sleep, holding back his moans and grunts as he watches your face. Such an innocent look, not for long ;)

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

How much time have you got?

Bondage, Daddy kink, Public stuff (touching, teasing, sex, anything at all), Sex toys, Power play/ Dom & Sub (dom Fred is here to stay), Roleplay (is it a kink? No. Am I adding it? yes) Voyeurism, Threesome (just because George joins, doesnt make it incest), Spanking, Innocent kink (pair that with the Daddy kink and you wont be walking straight for a week), edging, orgasm denial.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Since he loves public sex so much, he won't hesitate to pull you into small alleyways that lead out of Diagon Alley. He won't even hesitate to slip inside of you if you are serving a customer (if you happen to work at the shop). He does like having his way with you in bed or in the shower but he finds public places the most exciting.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

You. anything you do or anything you wear has him popping a boner. Before you, he had some flings that would get him hard. He always assures you that out of all of his past girlfriends, you make him harder than they did and quicker than they could (isn't he a sweetheart?)

N = No (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Bodily fluids (he won't mind giving you the odd golden shower if it's something that you’re into), sharing: he won't mind sharing you with George but anyone else is a no-no, I feel like he’d also be against being a sub (if you can convince him enough, then he’ll give in)

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He loves either, because he can control both. If you have his cock in your mouth, he will have an iron grip on your hair. He will move your head for you and train you to be his pretty little cock warmer. If you’re crying and gagging because you can't take it, he knows just what to say to keep himself nestled deep in your throat.

If he’s between your legs with his mouth on your clit, he will be controlling every little thing. Every little twitch of your walls, every little hip movement, it's all because of him and that dirty mouth of his. He will control everything about your orgasm too. You’re close and need to cum? Well you better hope that Fred is in a good mood or else you’ll be edged into next week.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

It depends on his day and his mood. If he’s missed you all day, then he’ll do something romantic for you before taking you to the bedroom. He’ll be slow and gentle and give you so many kisses and tell you just how much he loves you while he’s holding you tight against his body.

If his day was stressful and the customers were assholes, then he needs your pretty little cunt as a stress reliever. He won’t even get undressed, he just bends you over the nearest surface and fucks you like a man gone mad. And if this happens, then any clothing covering your cunt is being ripped off, no hesitation. But he’ll always buy you new clothes to say sorry.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He loves a quickie, just the same as he loves a fuck-athon (a fuck marathon). Sometimes this man just can't wait to get you home before ravishing you. Cue a quickie in an alleyway. Quickies only really happen before work. He just needs you so much before a long shift.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

Risky as hell. He’ll fuck you at The Burrow at family functions. Bill and Fleur's wedding? He was fucking your brains out back at the house (fucking like rabbits is all too fitting at The Burrow). I’ll say it again, he loves public sex. He's a risky bitch and a frisky bitch. He is happy to experiment with anything you want to try. New sex position? Done. New toys? Already brought. You being in charge? Keep asking and maybe.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

He is like a rabbit. He can last all night and all morning and still have the energy for work. If you can't last as long, he will sometimes keep going because he loves to hear you whimper and sob from being too sensitive. If he knows that you can't handle it, then he’ll put his stamina on hold and tend to you, he can carry on with his hand while you sleep.

T = Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He’s got a whole chest full of toys. He even goes out of his way to buy new sex toys from muggle shops. He doesn't use them on himself that much, maybe the odd fleshlight or cock ring, he mainly buys them for you. He takes ‘the more, the merrier’ to a new level. He’ll have you stuffed full of toys because he loves seeing just how much you can take.

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

The king of tease. He’s very dominant and loves reminding you of the simple fact that you can't cum without his permission. And for that very reason, he’ll tease you and edge you until you admit it. Sometimes, he’ll tease you in the morning and leave you wet and needy until he finishes work. He even comes upstairs to the flat to check on you (or so he tells you, its to make sure you haven't touched yourself without permission)

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He’s not loud, but he does moan and groan. How can he not? Your tight pussy just feels so heavily wrapped around his cock. The only thing you really hear from him are either praises of how pretty you look and how you’re such a good girl or teasing, degrading remarks such as what a little slut you are and how you’re his perfect fuck toy.

W = Wild Card (A random headcanon for the character)

Everytime he catches you and George together (after they agreed to share you), he can't help but get a little jealous. Sure he loves seeing you getting dicked down, but he does worry that you’ll prefer his (identical twin) to him. That's why he loves hearing you say that you’re his, because he sort of thrives from that small remark. It's not only an ego boost and makes him rock solid, but it also eases those red flags in his mind.

X = X-ray (Let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He’s got a bit of thickness but he’s longer than he is thick. When he’s hard, he is about 7-8 inches. He’s not very veiny, and he has a few freckles on his shaft. He does have a small mole at the base of his cock but it only becomes visible if he completely shaves his pubic hair.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

How high? Through the roof. This horny devil needs to either fuck or masturbate at least once a day (but he’ll insist that it still isnt enough). If he needs you, he will have you. Sometimes, he’s like a dog in heat (except this lasts 24/7, 365 days a year)

Z = Zzz (How quickly they fall asleep afterward)

Although he comes across as a bit of a meanie, he will always carry you into the bathroom and get you cleaned up. He makes you a nice hot cup of tea and cuddles you in bed until you fall asleep. Only after you’ve fallen asleep, will he then sleep. You come first in everything, even sleeping first.

[moumouton4]

Worship || Naruto Uzumaki x fem!rzeader

A/n : Prompt 24 of the Smutember 2023 ( So in this AU Naruto never was the Hokage, why idk😂 )

The list of prompts is HERE

Smutember 2023 Masterlist ⚜

Warnings : woshiping, oral fem!receiver, soft sex, 18+ READERS ONLY and wrap it before you tap it

Masterlist ⚜

I don’t give permission to repost my work, if you want to share it just reblogue it

Word count : 930

He had always been alone. Alone against everyone. It was painful and even though everyone said that would kill him, it didn’t. Even more he never thought a single time about it. Time passed and the scars started to heal. He managed to forge links with people that for him became friends, family.He lacked only one thing, well.. more someone.

A special someone, he has never thought about when he was younger. He didn’t try to look for one either. After all, his life had been pretty hectic. But then again in the midst of this even going storm you appeared out of nowhere. Like a little leaf brought by the wind. Well, “appeared” is a bit exaggerated because you’d known each other for quite some time now, he just didn’t notice you the way he now does. But don’t worry though because now he knows how to make up for this.

Today was like any other day, when you would both find each other in the throes of passion. It was during those moments he would just remind you how much he cherishes you and how grateful he is for having you in his life. And he knows exactly what to do to worship you like the deity he thinks you are. And it always begins the same way, with a long and slow making out session but well your other lips, if you see what I mean.

He’d go from holding you close to his chest, to having his head between your thighs. His fluffy blond hair tickling your soft skin. He would stay here for a little moment, a minute maybe less, when you’d feel his breath fanning against your heated core. Then slowly he would lean in and give your clit a series of soft and loving kisses. It immediately gives you goosebumps everywhere. Then he would dip his head further and give your sensitive folds a long lick from the bottom and back to your clit, where he would gently flick his tongue.

Don’t think this happens in perfect quietness though, he is going to slurp every drop of that sweet nectar he loves so much, besides each time he tastes you he groans against your wetness as if he just tasted something orgasmic, and gosh it was. His licks only aren’t enough to gather enough in his opinion, so after what seems like a blissful eternity he would incline his head on the side and fond your tight entrance with his eager tongue. His hands would find a good purchase on your thighs as he pulls you closer to him. His tongue swirls against your quivering hole and then just like this he would slowly and tantalizingly push it inside, trying to scoop as much of your juice with it.

You’re not controlling any more sounds that come out of your mouth, your legs tighten around his head, almost choking him, but he couldn't care less. Please choke me more. He is so hard at this point he doesn’t even know what is preventing him from cuming right away against the edge of the bed, where he had been grinding his swollen cock since he started eating out. The friction against his skin is so delightful he meowls against you, sending  even more vibration against your core.

He keeps caressing your sides with his hands, even with his mouth occupied he tries to prays you, but his words come out a little bit muffled “Sho good mmh”

And when he finally notices how you begin to tense under him, how your clit harden he encourages you “Come on… hhha give it to me Y/n. Come for me”

He is pleading at this point because he too is on the verge of coming. And suddenly just like he asked you you come in his mouth, he keeps lavishing your abused cunt to make you experience your pleasure longer, sucking and licking eagerly at everything you are giving.

Then once he is sure you’re done he pulls away, his face glistens with your juice, but his expression is one of pure pleasure and near climax. He quickly moves up until his hips rest between your legs, you can feel his hard length pressing against your center. With a glance he makes sure you are willing to accept him inside you and then he slowly plunges his needy member inside your soaked entrance.

His hips are working with a steady rhythm but he knows he isn’t going to last long. So he tries to pour his love inside you with each stroke he gives you. It’s not long before he clings to your body as he feels his balls tensing suddenly. He pushed forward one last time to be fully sheathed inside you as he spills his seed deep inside you “I love you. I love you. I love you” he repeats like a mantra, holding you as if you were his life line. And in moments like this you literally were.

Of course he is going to help you to the bathroom after, make sure you pee and help you clean yup with a warm cloth, but for now he just wants to enjoy the closeness and the intimacy of being in your arms. His cock starts softening inside you and you both let out a shaky breath. You’re both sated now. Your fingers are mindlessly drawing patterns on each other’s skin and you can’t help but think that next time you’re going to be the one worshiping him. A good thing that you bought a fluffy pillow not so long ago.

[whlfchn]

distant ~ lee know

pairing: lee know x fem!reader

word count: 4.5k

rating: 18+! warnings under cut!

genre: angst, fluff, smut, soft!dom lee know

synopsis: in which lee know your boyfriend became distant and your best friend felix is there to comfort you, but one little misunderstanding can make or break your relationship

anonymous request: "I loved this writing, love it! I was thinking of an idea, but I don't know how to start this plot. Y/N is minho's girlfriend he ends up becoming distant (his way of being) but felix also has secret feelings for Y/N."

warnings: dirty talk, fingering, oral(fem receiving), sex, riding, soft dom lee know

!my content is not suitable for minors! 18+ only! by reading more you consent to being 18+ and to nsfw content and take all responsibility!

at first the faint yet pleasant smell of petrichor filled your nose. all that could be heard was the pitter patter of the raindrops hitting the slightly open window. the black silk sheets felt colder than usual. your usual calm and happy demeanor was deteriorating day by day. your thoughts and loneliness would keep you up at night because here you were, in bed all alone once again.

you had been in a relationship with your boyfriend minho for almost a year, yet it felt like much longer given you had been friends since childhood.

things were great, until they weren't. each day that passed you felt like you were drifting away. he was an idol and was always busy, but he always made time for you before so why not anymore? was he falling out of love? regretting becoming more than friends? tired of you? you just didn't know anymore.

minho started becoming very busy so he asked you to move in with him a couple weeks ago. he still lived with the boys felix, jeongin, and seungmin. you both decided it was okay living with the boys for now until the lease was up then you would find an apartment to live in together alone.

it started off great since you practically lived there way before you actually moved in. however you couldn't help but notice the distance between the both of you this past week. It started off with minho being in a quiet mood. after all these years of knowing him you knew to leave him alone when something was bothering him. he would come to you and talk about whatever it was when he was ready. however, that day never came. he started staying at the studio later and later each day. he stopped texting you often during the day. by the time he got home you were always asleep and when you got up for work he was asleep. you hadn't even made love in almost two weeks. both of you had a pretty high sex drive and would go at it as often as you could, but nearly two weeks without sex was a record. it made you worried and a little insecure.

luckily the three cats would keep you company since they secretly loved you more than minho sometimes which was an accomplishment you loved to rub in his face. this past week you felt alone and almost unwanted.

all this tossing and turning didn't help and all it did was make you more frustrated at the unknown state of your relationship. you decided to get up and get a glass of water. it was currently 12:02am and still no minho.

you made your way to the kitchen. It was silent in the apartment. you had heard someone arrive not so long ago, but you weren't sure which boy it was. due to the silence you gathered that they must have gone to bed given the time.

the cold water soothed your dry throat. you were in the dark leaning against the countertop just thinking about how you wound up in this situation all alone. as you were overthinking the light flipped on causing you to look behind yourself immediately.

there stood a tired felix or as you liked to call him frecklix. his freckles were always a charming point that you found adorable. he was yawning and smiling as he walked over to you.

"hey, I thought you'd be asleep by now," felix yawned while going to the cabinet and getting a cup.

"I couldn't sleep, I needed some water," you said smiling.

"mhmm, well the boys should be home soon, we finished a while ago, but most of them decided to stay and practice," he said while filling his cup up with water.

"I'm not sure about lee know... he's been staying at the studio later than usual," he said quietly while leaning against the countertop opposite of you.

this comment made you freeze a bit. you quickly shook it off, but felix noticed. he always noticed the little things about you. you two were very close. he was always so nice to you. whenever the boys were all home, minho would cook dinner as usual, but felix and you would make dessert. he even taught you his delicious brownie recipe. he was a sweetheart and you got along well.

"yeah he's been busy," you laughed off pretending like it wasn't a problem, but felix was observant.

felix noticed his friend was in bad moods and quiet this whole week during practices. he also noticed that minho stayed behind at the studio a lot instead of going home to you. he also noticed your sad demeanor. you would always try to play it off, but he knew you well. a little too well. he would be lying to say he didn't have some feelings for you.

you were sweet, nice, mature, and a little feisty at times which he loved. you both met years ago when you came to a performance of theirs to support your friend at the time, minho. from the first time he met you he thought you were beautiful. you both got along well and had a lot in common. over time he got feelings for you. it wasn't anything over the top but it was definitely a crush. however he always saw the way your eyes lit up when you were with minho. how minho would do little things for you that he wouldn't do for others. felix was a sweetheart and didn't want to swoop you away when it was clear from the beginning there was something between you and minho. After some time minho and you got together confirming felix's suspicions. he was a little heartbroken, but he saw it from the beginning so it didn't hurt as bad. you had known minho for way longer than he had known you. it still didn't stop him from wondering what would have happened if he met you first? would you look at him the way you look at minho? would he have a chance with you?

"well, I'm here if you need anything... I was thinking of having a late night snack. how do brownies sound? or is it too late," he giggled. he knew you were upset and could sense you felt lonely so he thought of the thing that always made you show him that cute and warm smile. brownies. his favorite thing to make with you. if he's being honest it was also another way to get some alone time with you. he would never cross the line since you were in a relationship, but he couldn't help how much he loved spending time with you and showing you he was there if you needed him and he wanted to treat you like the princess you were.

"mhmmm it's never too late for brownies," you smiled warmly at the cute freckled boy in front of you.

right after your response you and felix started on making those delicious brownies. this definitely helped you a lot. it got your mind to stop. you needed this. felix always made you feel better even without talking about things. he just knew how to ease your mind.

time passed by with the both of you cracking jokes and enjoying your time together baking. jeongin and seungmin got home shortly after you put the brownies in the oven. they had short conversations with the both of you. the conversation consisted of them judging you. about how they were surprised you both didn't have rotten teeth with the amount of sweets you baked and how you should go to sleep and not bake this late. obviously those opinions were ignored as you both smelled the brownies baking. they shortly went to bed after that, leaving felix and you by yourselves once again. after they left, you started worrying again that minho wasn't home and how he hadn't texted back in hours. you didn't want to admit to yourself that your relationship was in turmoil, but it obviously was and nowadays minho was being too distant.

luckily the oven beeped alerting the both of you that they were done which pulled you out of your thoughts. felix plated pieces for the both of you and took out the whip cream since he knew you loved some on top of the brownies. he took the plates to the dining table and you followed along.

"mhmmm they smell so good," you giggled seeing felix spray some whip cream in his mouth and doing his usual "nom, nom," when he ate food. you found it so adorable.

you patted his head and he giggled with you.

"time to try this god sent brownie," you squeaked as you took a piece and bit into it.

you moaned at the sweet taste and had a happy stim and shook your hands around like a little kid at a toy store. felix also took a bite and giggled at how cute you were. he couldn't help but mess with you a little and take the can of whip cream and spray some on your nose. you pouted your lips immediately giving him the cutest death glare.

"FRECKLIXXXX," you screamed quietly while reaching over to grab the whip cream bottle which caused his eyes to go wide. he ran away from you giggling, already anticipating getting whip cream on his face as revenge.

he ran back to the kitchen but slipped on the floor which allowed you to catch up. you immediately got on your knees next to him and held him down. you both were a giggling mess. you took the can of whip cream and sprayed some on his nose and cheeks. during this whole situation you both failed to hear the front door open.

the sound of meows interrupted your giggles. you looked behind you from where the sound came from and met those big brown eyes of the man you loved. yet they didn't look like the same loving eyes you were used to seeing. they looked cold and maybe even mad. you quickly realized this situation may have appeared weird and it was very late so you let go of felix and got up face to face with minho. felix quickly realized the situation and got up fast, giggling awkwardly.

"hey baby, you're finally home," you said, giving a warm soft smile. you haven't really spoken to him all week and although that made you nervous and upset, you loved him and were happy to finally see him. the look he was giving you didn't seem like he felt the same.

"mhmm... I'm going to sleep," he said while looking between the two of you coldly.  the cats that were rubbing up against his legs. he quickly rubbed their heads before walking off to your bedroom without another word, leaving you all alone once again. felix quickly got a napkin and wiped the whip cream off his face before going to you and wiping your face while giving you a warm smile. you gave him a weak smile back. it was very silent for a few until felix decided to speak up.

"you really love each other?," he questioned, although it sounded like more of a statement.

"a lot," you smiled trying to hold back tears.

"then go and talk to him. I've known the both of you for years and you're an amazing and beautiful girl who deserves the world. I also know that lee know is a great guy deep down. so please talk to him and get this sorted through. you deserve the best... I'm sorry," felix quietly said. he looked pained. you couldn't put your finger on why he was sorry. your emotions were everywhere. before you could ask why he was sorry felix smiled and pushed you lightly towards the hallway.

felix never had you in the first place, but seeing how much you really loved him made him finally let you go. he would never admit that to you because he was scared it would ruin what you had. he was okay with being your friend if that meant you would be with the guy you truly loved and you were happy. everything happens for a reason and he was okay with it.

as soon as you got to your bedroom all that could be heard was the water running in the bathroom. you sat down in bed waiting for minho to finish showering. there was no way you were going to sleep without talking to him.

the water stopped and shortly after minho walked out the bathroom with shorts on, no shirt, and he was drying his wet purple hair with a towel. his eyes met yours for a mere second before hanging his towel and going to his side of the bed and sitting with his back facing your side. he started to rub his hands on his face and through his hair. now was the time to talk and you knew that he was aware so you decided to stay quiet until he spoke up.

"do you regret becoming more than friends?," he questions softly and quietly while still facing away from you. your heart dropped at the question. how could he ask you that? of course you didn't regret it, you loved him, but is he asking you or asking himself?

"of course not... why are you asking me that?," you questioned softly. he scoffed lightly while shaking his head still not facing you.

"I've seen the way he looks at you. I've seen how happy you look when you're together," he said quietly.

"who? felix? what are you talking about?," you said in disbelief.

"I guess I never realized how close you both were until you moved in. I'm always busy and I know I can be distant, cold, and not show much pda or affection so I can't help but think maybe it was best we never become more than friends... how you deserve someone like felix. someone who treats you the way you should be treated," he says while his voice gets shakier and shakier.

"baby look at me," you say, getting on your knees and crawling over to him with tears slowly starting to pool your eyes. you were on your knees, a bit behind him to the side. he wouldn't look up at you and kept looking down. you could tell he was trying not to cry. you had only seen minho cry twice after all these years of knowing him. he didn't like to be emotional in front of others so this hurt you to see him upset. had you really been too close to felix or missed these small things that were hurting your boyfriend?

"please?," you quietly asked while slowly bringing your hand to his cheek. he allowed you to move his cheek to the side to finally look at you. his big brown eyes were now full of sadness.

"I have never regretted becoming more than friends... I knew from the beginning that you were different from any other guy... you made me happy, fed me well, defended me, made me laugh, and were an amazing beautiful guy," you said with tears now falling down your cheek.

"I don't want this to end, I can't go back to being friends... I love you min," you said crying looking at the broken man in front of you.

"but I want you to be happy... you deserve someone like felix to give you the time and attention you deserve. all I do is distance myself. don't worry about me, I just want what's best for you even if it hurts me," he said with tears falling down his cheek. you quickly wipe his tears and shake your head.

"no. what I want is you min, only you... please don't leave me," you pleaded. he looked torn.

"I love you minho," you cried out to him. the sweet way you said his name always made him fold.

he could never leave you, but he had gotten this idea of felix and you being a better match. he knew you were okay with minimal pda or affection in public since that wasn't something he liked doing, but he saw they way your eyes lingered on other couples being all close in public. he also saw how close you and felix were. he noticed recently how felix looked at you with such loving and admiring eyes. he knew felix was a huge fan of affection and would treat any partner right. he didn't realize all this until you moved in recently. he had gotten into this depression and overthinking that he started to distance himself to think this through. he didn't want to leave you and knew you loved him, but he couldn't stop these thoughts and tried to keep himself busy and distant.

one thing he knew for sure was that he was completely in love with you. you fell first, but he fell harder. you completed him. you were his soulmate.

"I love you too," he said before closing the distance and kissing you.

It was a soft kiss that spoke hundreds of words. it was a kiss that showed your love for each other, a kiss that showed how sorry you both were, and how you wouldn't leave each other.

the soft kiss soon turned lustful. as if this would be your last kiss and you couldn't let go. minho traced his tongue on your bottom lip asking for permission which you granted by opening wider into the kiss and massaging your tongue with his. tongues slowly swirling together.

his hand caressing your cheek and slowly making its way to your neck and squeezing gently on that sweet spot that made you feel light headed and needy. your hand ghosting over from his shoulder to his hair and tugging on it causing him to moan into the kiss. you took his bottom lip in between your teeth and lightly bit it and tugged it. he looked at you with such need and passion. he met your lips right away and put each hand on each thigh and put you on his lap.

you slowly ran one hand on his chest and shoulder while the other was gripping his hair. his hands went from your hips to your ass. he gave it a hard slap causing you to moan. you started grinding against him. he groaned into the kiss and gripped your hips harder helping you grind against him faster. his hard length was rubbing against your clothed core.

"I love you min," you hungrily whispered in between kisses.

"I need you... please," you whimpered as you slowly started trailing kisses to his neck and sucking on the soft spot behind his ear that drove him crazy. he groaned.

"whatever you want kitten, hold on tight" he whispered while grabbing your thighs and lifting you up and flipping you over so that he was on top of you. he took your hands and pinned them together above your head while his other hand gripped your waist. he slowly started to grind and rock his hips against you. you both turned into a moaning mess.

"please min," you whimpered. he grunted loving how his name sounded coming from your lips.

"take your clothes off for me baby," he said, letting go of your hands and going to sit on his calves to get a better view.

you slowly sat up with minho in front of you. eyes following your every move. you slowly started to strip for him. your hands ghosting over your chest before reaching your waist and grabbing the fabric of the t-shirt and lifting it up slowly. soon revealing your red bra that minho thought looked delicious on you. you flung it somewhere in the room before slowly lifting your hips and legs to take off the shorts you had on. revealing your matching red thong. your hands slowly running up and down your body. giving your boyfriend a little show knowing he wasn't a fan of it because it wasn't his own hands and it drove him mad. you expected him to command you or scold you as his dom tendencies would normally take over, but he didn't and just kept watching. it was very different from his usual self. he slowly started crawling over to you, causing yourself to slowly lay back down while he got on top. your lips inches apart. he then brushed his mouth to your ear.

"spread your legs for me kitten, I want to see how wet you are for me," he whispered seductively. you swallowed hard at his command and shuddered. minho was normally commanding, but this felt much softer and much more intimate. you loved it.

he backed away and waited for you to do as he commanded. you slowly started spreading your legs for him. he started kissing you from your calves all the way to your thigh. slow and wet kisses. giving more attention to your inner thigh which drove you mad. his fingertips caressing your legs up and down making you melt into the bed. he finally brushed in between your thighs causing you to moan. he slowly hooked his fingertips on the band of your thong and slowly brought them down your legs to take off.

he hungrily licked his lips as you were now completely exposed down there. you were glistening. he was driving you mad and you needed him.

"now be a good girl and take your bra off for me," he demanded while throwing your thong off the bed and rubbing himself through his pants.

you sat up a bit and took it off fast per his request. this caused him to chuckle at your submissiveness and it fed his ego.

"now keep your eyes open the whole time and see every single thing I do to you," he rasped before slowly kissing your inner thigh and hovering his warm breath over your wet core. you watched his every movement biting your lip as he requested. he stared at you through those big brown eyes and those long lashes before bringing a finger and teasing your folds. slowly moving up and down causing such erotic wet noises to be made. you moaned wanting more. he then started kissing around your core but not in the spot you wanted while continuing to tease you with his fingers. he then stopped all movements causing you to groan at the loss of touch when he suddenly sticks two fingers in your wet core.

you moaned loudly. he started pumping in and out of you slowly, but soon started going faster. he slowly added another finger when he started licked your wet nub. he moaned at the taste of you on his tongue. he started pumping you up faster and faster while sucking and softly biting on your nub. eliciting moans from you.

your moans drove him mad. he loved having this power over you that no one else could. he started slowly grinding himself against the bed.

you made eye contact and bit your lip running one hand through his hair and one hand gripping the sheets.

"fuck min... I'm close," you pleaded. he let his mouth go momentarily.

"cum for me," he said before going back to his meal.

licking and pumping faster. heart racing, your muscles clenched around his fingers, your thighs slowly closing around his head, back arching, you released. letting out breathy moans as he took his fingers out and slowly started crawling up to meet your lips. kissing slowly as your hands roamed his body and slowly made their way to his crotch and cupping him. you were out of it, but you knew he needed his release too and you wanted to feel him cum inside of you. 

you tugged on his waist band indicating you were ready and needed him. he stopped the kiss and proceeded to take off his shorts and throw them next to his side of the bed. he started kissing you again and then kissed your cheek and looked at you with such love and want.

"are you ready?," he asked caringly. no matter how long you two have done this he always made sure to ask.

"yes min, always," you whispered before giving him a peck on the lips. he slowly poked his tip at your entrance causing you both to moan. he started teasing you by dragging it up and down your slit before slowly filling you up.

he started rolling his hips into you softly while giving you sweet kisses on the lips. he soon set the rhythm thrusting into you fast yet soft. massaging your inner walls. looking at each other's eyes, forehead to forehead, and feeling as one. it was so intoxicating and loving. all that could be heard was your soft moans and the sound of flesh smacking against each other. he kissed you sweetly then pulled away looking at you intensely.

"I want you on top," he muttered while still pounding into you. minho never asked for this and it was exciting. you shook your head yes and gave him a kiss. he pulled out and laid down instantly on his back as you hovered over him and his lap. slowly aligning your entrance to his hard glistening length. his length slowly fills you up again. on your knees and your hands on his chest and abs. you slowly started rocking your hips back and forth. making sure to set a good pace and to give him the show of his life.

his hands gripping your thighs and staring at every detail of your body as if he could never see it again. he worshiped you. you started rocking fast and faster. your breasts bouncing up and down. thighs slapping against each other. moans filling the room. your thighs working every muscle. you were both close, but your thighs started to burn, slowing down your pace. minho noticed this and stopped your hips and before you could say anything he lifted his hips up and pushed you flush against his chest and started pounding into you. one hand on your back and one on your head holding you down against him and he pounds into you from below.

eyes rolling back at the sensation and fast pace. coming close you started to clench on him causing him to grunt and go faster. thrusts getting lazy. cheeks burning, you twitch, clenching your walls on his hard length and moaning his name as you finally release. this threw him over the edge as he shortly followed your release spilling into you. bringing his legs down while you still straddle him and don't move, you both pant coming down from your release. he slowly starts tracing circles on your back and gives you a kiss on the head.

"next time, just talk to me, min... there's no one else for me. it's only you and it will always be you," you whispered while looking up at him and caressing his cheek.

"I'll never be distant again, I love you... never forget that," he said before placing a warm kiss on your lips.

authors note: request didn't say how they wanted it to end and I'm a lee know bias so the first ending y/n will stay with lee know, but if this gets enough engagement I will write another version with y/n ending up with felix

disclaimer: my writing is intended for entertainment and does not represent any real person! the names are used for purely fictional purposes!

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[iloverainnnx]

"Please stop streaming I need you.." (smut, quackity x reader)

This is the first quackity smut I ever wrote be respectful :) I will try to improve !

Summary : quackity was busy streaming and you were needy for him.

Quackity x Female reader

18 + dni if -18

At was around 10pm Alex was currently streaming in his room and you were in the living room . You felt hot and needy all night  because he teased you before the stream wich wasn't the best idea You sat there trying to hold yourself back since you didn't wanna bother Alex during his stream you were looking down at yourself tho thinking about it and just decided to send a snap to your boyfriend of your thighs saying. 'Baby when  are you done I really need you..' he replied over chat since he didn't had time to take a picture and just said 'I think I'm done soon can you wait?' You just replied with a thumbs up cause you were really getting needy having thoughts about Alex and you having sex . You then decided to pull your pants and shirt off staying in the pretty lingerie Alex and you bought together you knew that Alex liked this one since he helped choosing it he couldn't keep his hands off you . You just sat there waiting unpatient you decided not being able to wait walking upstairs to his streaming room on your tip toes so he wouldn't hear anything . You peaked into the room his door wasn't displayed on his face cam so nobody saw you quackity looked over muting his stream after telling his chat he's gonna head to.the bathroom for a second he walked to his door and opened it looking you up and down . Alex grabbed your waist softly "what are you doing Hermosa?" He asked and rubbed your sides. "I need you please alex..." you looked into his deep brown eyes "please..?" He nodded "wait a second " he walked back to his computer saying he'd had a meeting to catch he forgot about. He ended his stream, finally .

He walked back to you and picked you up. "I'm glad you tried to wait mi Vida " he said carrying you to the bedroom laying you down on it. You started to pull on his shirt pulling him down to kiss him wich you did then . This caught him a little off guard but he went with it pushing his tongue into your mouth he started taking off his shirt and just threw it to the end of the room. You then pulled on his pants he looked down at you. "Can't wait ?" You didn't reply but nodded aswell he then unzipped his pants sliding them off his growing boner just tightening inside of his boxers you got up wanting to taste him for a little so you got up on your knees on the floor looking up "please" he knew exactly what you wanted he pulled his boxers down revealing his boner his tip was already red about to leak pre you took him in your hand and slowly and sloppy licked around his tip down to his dick . He let out soft whimpers only.so far he wasn't the best at keeping quiet but you were good at it so it was even harder when you did it. You then tried taking him whole as he took your hair up holding it into a ponytail pushing you down his cock. "I'm sorry mi Vida.. I needed too" you just looked up and he kept deep throating you for a minute or two after that you went up and got on his lap "I dont want to wait love" you said as he nodded and pulled your panties down also throwing them away laying you on the bed "you sure you want this?" You knew he knew that you wanted him but he always asked for consent you smiled "yes please.." you said as he positioned hiself and slowly entered your yet wet hole. "Gosh you're so wet" he buried his face in your shoulder and waited when he was in you. "Tell me when you're ready " it took you like 5minutes to adjust he wasn't a huge dick type of person but he was definitely thick. You then nod giving him a sign that he could start and so he did he started moving slow but went faster pretty quick since it was easy to move by how wet you were, you started to moan kinda loud. "Alex..God.. I love this so much I love the feeling of having you in me" you spoke out before going back to.a complete moaning mess he was going faster he lifted your leg putting it on his shoulder so he could see more of you he then slowed down for a second taking your bra off he was focused on getting you pleasure he didn't realized you were still wearing it but now that it was off it looked so much hotter than before Alex loved your tits he was still moving going a little faster again going with his free hand on your throbbing clit rubbing it slowly you lost control getting even louder while moaning "... I'm so close please don't stop.." you spoke out and he nodded and started going a little faster he came before you pulling out Cumming on your stomach since he didn't know if you were on your pill or not currently . He waited till he was done and looked at you looking a little sad from him pulling out you didn't want a ruined orgasm but quackity knew that he got down opening your legs starting to eat you out and finger you at the same time his finger were long and thick so it definitely felt really fucking good wich was hearable by your loud moans. He was sucking on your clit and moving his finger until you felt the knot in your stomach relase and you grabbed his hair you came a bunch honestly he went from your clit down to your pussy pushing his tongue into you he slurped your juices like a starved man after he was done he got up cleaning you and himself up

"I love you y/n"

"I love you too Alex.." you said cuddling onto him you both fell asleep pretty quickly since it was late anyways..

Thanks for reading <3

Feel free to request anything :)

[farfromstrange]

heyyy can you do Matt Murdock Smut where him and brat!reader are in a heated argument and the reader is short and small, is feisty and takes no shit.

During the argument he says

“watch who the fuck you’re speaking to, I am not one these idiots who take shit from you”

and the reader is like

“I’m not watching it, no prescription with it, even blind at this point…. what are you going to do about it?”

Matt responds

“im going to put you in your place”.

The reader responds

“you can put me in my place, might a fact since you think you’re supposed to scare me and intimidate somebody I have a solution for that”

So the reader drags a chair to hover over him. Both a face to face banter and Matt laughs at her.

During this smut he is teasing the reader saying

“why did you go quiet? Aint so talkative now hotshot?”

Matt degrades her and calls her little girl and is pounding into her until she admits she will stop being a brat and obey Matt.

Please and Thank You!

Hi! Thank you so much for your request (and I am terribly sorry for the long wait). I started this a few days ago but I couldn't find a proper end. I adapted pieces of the dialogue so they would fit, but I used what you told me to, so I hope you like it!

Feisty | Matt Murdock x F!Reader

Masterlist

Summary: You and Matt get into an argument and he decides it's time to put you in your place again and remind you who you belong to.

Warning: SMUT, 18+ MINORS DNI, PWP, established relationship, Dom!Matt, Brat!Reader, cussing, strong language, teasing, degrading, praise kink, vaginal fingering, mentions of oral (f!receiving), rough sex, unprotected p in v, hair pulling, choking, slight breeding kink (?), marking kink, use of "good girl", semi-public sex (office sex), orgasm denial, fluff in the end

Word Count: 3.2k

A/n: This is some filthy shit. The other requests are coming, by the way. I'm just trying to find ways to continue them. My inbox is still open for your thoughts and requests, but keep in mind that it might take some time for me to finish them. I also always have an open ear for anything else you guys feel like sharing. Enjoy! (and thank you for the request, lovely!)

18+ under the cut!

Sometimes, Matt makes you livid. Like, beyond compare, makes-you-clench-your-fists-and-want-to-punch-a-wall livid. He can be the sweetest and most caring partner, but there often comes a time when you want to scratch his eyes out. Today is one of those days. 

You’re not sure what prompted this argument you find yourself in, but it was bound to escalate from the second you muttered a silent, “Fuck you!” Under your breath. 

Foggy and Karen are out, it’s late and you are both way too overworked. You thought you could get away with hiding your investigation into one of his high-profile cases from him after he explicitly told you to stay away from it, but after watching Karen, you got motivated and it wasn’t until the clock struck twelve today that he opened his files to evidence he surely hasn’t put there and he realized what you were up to. Needless to say that his worry has made him angry. He doesn’t understand how you can be so reckless and won’t take a simple ‘no’ for an answer, and it frustrates him to no end that you refuse to have a proper conversation about the danger you put yourself in and the position he now finds himself in. You’ve made your case pretty straightforward, but you refuse to listen, and that’s what drives him up the walls. 

So when you tell him, “Fuck you!” Under your breath, all self-control and tendency to try and be kind snaps in him. 

“Watch who the fuck you’re speaking to,” Matt says. He doesn’t raise his voice, but the amount of pressure he puts behind delivering his words suffices just enough to get his point across, “I am not one of those idiots who take shit from you!”

Other couples fight too, there is no denying that, but there is something that happens almost every time you and Matt get in such a situation. Your words turn into ticking time bombs, and you are quick to explode. He thinks he’s in control, you refuse to bow down, and then the situation escalates to the point you wonder if the neighbors think you two are anything but healthy. And maybe your fights aren’t healthy, but you love each other and you always find common ground. Eventually. 

But not right now. You refuse to give him the satisfaction of doing what he says or admitting whatever mistake he thinks you made. You were just being yourself, really. 

“Watch it?” you repeat, the words rolling off of your tongue like sour candy. “I’m not watching it. In fact, I’m going to act blind just like you and not even remotely watch it.  What are you gonna do about it?”

He chuckles darkly. “I’m serious, you better watch it sweetheart or I’m gonna put you in your place,” he says. There is something about his silent anger that sends shivers down your spine. 

You’re not scared of him; Matt would never hurt you. The exact opposite of fear happens whenever he talks to you that way, and you want to know how far you can push it because this argument is silly and he’s going to realize that soon enough. But you are not one to back down without a fight, and if you want to get what you so desperately crave, he needs to fold first. But God, he is so hot, and he looks even more alluring with his sleeves rolled up and his cheeks flushed like that. 

He towers over you as if he owns you. You’re a good few inches shorter than him, but that has never stopped you before. He likes to make fun of it, you like to make him regret it. You complete each other and yet you tear each other apart just the same. 

You mimic his stance with your hands on your hips and your head slightly tilted and you know it drives him mad. “You can put me in my place. In fact, since you think you’re supposed to scare me, I have a solution to make it easier for you,” you say. Your voice still sounds like sour candy, but he can’t stomach it. He’s almost allergic to it. All he wants is to stuff your smart mouth with his tie, tie you up and fuck you until you can’t walk straight anymore. Perhaps then you will realize that you can’t do everything without facing the consequences. 

Your vision is red like the towel held before a bull in the ring. Reaching for his office at the dinner table, you drag it out and place it before him. You climb on it, making sure you are face-to-face now and you cross your arms. “There, done,” you say. 

Matt takes a moment to register what you’ve done, and you think you’ve finally won, but then he opens his mouth and laughs right at you. That bastard. 

“Don’t laugh at me.”

He raises his eyebrows. “You’re not seriously telling me what to do, are you, sweetheart?” 

“Maybe I am. It’s not my fault you’re being such a dick.”

Bad idea. 

Suddenly, his arms are around your waist. He picks you off the chair and throws you over his shoulder. It’s almost effortlessly how he carries you over to his desk and throws you on it, the wooden legs shaking under the weight. 

“I’m being a dick?” he growls, leaning over you and trapping you against the desk with his arms on either side of you. “I think you need a reality check.”

You try to wriggle out of his grasp as you snap back, “What are you gonna do, hm?”

He smirks. “What am I gonna do with you? You’re being a brat, don’t you think that’s gonna have consequences?”

“Oh, fuck you!”

“No. Fuck you!” He swiftly pulls you off the desk and spins you around, arching your back far enough to press your chest flat to the wooden surface. “And I mean that quite literally,” he says. 

You gasp when he grabs the hem of your skirt and roughly bunches it up around your waist. The comeback you had planned out gets stuck in your throat when his hand collides with your bare ass cheek. He gives them both a firm squeeze and his grip is almost territorial, as is the growl that comes straight from his soul into your ear.  

“Why did you go quiet? Ain’t so talkative now, hotshot?” he says. 

He doesn’t waste time. Don’t get me wrong, Matt Murdock could spend centuries between your thighs and it would keep him alive long enough to draw orgasm after orgasm out of you as he devours your sweet little cunt like his last meal over and over again. He could stuff you with his fingers all day and then leave you empty just to be craving more. He could rub your clit as hard as possible, then go slow and gentle until your body quivers with the magnitude of an earth-shattering orgasm that has you screaming his name in ecstasy and makes his neighbors complain. He could do it and he loves to do it, but today, he is anything but a patient man. 

Your panties are soon a mess of ripped fabric on the floor of his office. The wetness seeping out of your pussy hits the cold air and you hiss, but all you get in return is a low chuckle. “What’s wrong?” Matt coos into your ear. “Did my pretty little slut forget how to speak?”

There are many buttons he can push to make you obey, even though you don’t often seem like it, but the way he talks to you is by far the easiest to shut you up. 

He slides his middle finger through your slick folds, gathering the wetness and spreading it over your clit. You jolt. He’s being rough already, and when he shoves his finger inside of you, you moan. He curls it up and hits your G-spot without a single struggle, but that’s all he does. He tells you without words that he knows what you want, but he won’t give it to you. Instead, you hear his belt buckle hit the floor, and then it's the tip of his cock that is rubbing through your arousal. 

Your walls clench around thin air. Your cunt barely lets him in, but he pushes inside of you anyway. The pain mixes with pleasure, your legs squeezed so tightly together, you can feel him bulge your stomach from where your torso is pressed against his desk. All air leaves your lungs. Left behind is a gurgled scream that makes him smirk into your shoulder blades as he licks a long stripe over the back of your shirt. 

You reach back to touch him, but he slaps your hand away. “Only good girls get to touch,” he says, “and you haven’t been a very good girl, have you?”

“No,” you sob. His cock is so deep inside of you now, brushing your cervix with every relentless stroke and you hate it. You hate him for pulling this card because he knows you can’t resist. 

Tears are streaming down your face. 

“Pathetic. Always talking back at me but when it’s my cock inside of you, you suddenly can’t speak.” Matt grabs a fistful of your hair at the same time he slaps your ass. “I shouldn’t even be fucking you right now because quite frankly, you don’t deserve it. You don’t deserve my cock and you certainly don’t deserve to come, not like this.”

You clench around him as if to keep him so deep inside of you. “Please, don’t stop. I’m sorry!” your voice echoes through the office in a desperate cry. Your fists are locked up, trying hard not to touch him, but it’s torture. You want nothing more than to put your hands on him, maybe even push him away because God, he is so deep, you’re not sure you’re going to survive. 

Every inch of your body yearns for him. He hits all of the right spots over and over again, and he drives you higher up the precipice, ready to push you over, but you know he won’t let you. It’s the way he purposely avoids touching your clit that tells you that you have to work for that orgasm, but it’s almost impossible when you can’t speak. Every word turns into a moan when he hits the sweet spot inside of you, your eyes roll back and you let out a broken scream of his name. Surely, Foggy and Karen could hear you from home. 

He slaps your ass again, relishing the feeling of the flesh jiggling at the impact. Your skin is hot and sweaty, and there is a clear imprint of his fingers on your hips and your rear now, too. He feels your erratic heartbeat and tastes your arousal in the air. Your muscles clench wildly, and you try your best not to move. You’re moaning, you’re so loud, but no words are coming out of your mouth. It’s just you and him and his cock that manages to make you feel things no man has ever made you feel before. You’re in heaven but at the same time the bus to hell is about to leave, and he is not yet done punishing you. 

Matt grabs a hold of your throat and hauls you back into his chest. “What was that?” he asks, his voice now a desperate puff of air too. 

“I’m s- ugh!” You can’t help yourself; you reach for his hip as he delivers another hard thrust directly against your cervix. 

He slaps your hand away again. “Answer me!” 

“I’m sorry!” Instead, you place your hands on your chest. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to- to- fucking hell!”

His grip tightens around your jugular. “Thin ice, sweetheart,” he barks. 

“Please, Matty, I didn’t mean to… I didn’t mean to! I thought I was… I was doing the right thing and I- ah!”

“Yes?”

“I’m sorry!”

“Uh-huh, what else? Come on, this isn’t an apology when I can tell your tight little cunt is just desperate to come all over my cock. That’s the only reason you’re apologizing and I am fed up with your fucking attitude.”

He wouldn’t let you come that easily, it becomes crystal clear to you.

Matt pulls out of you entirely, cupping your cunt with his large hand, and starts rubbing your clit. It’s a pace you have gotten used to, but the strength he puts behind the pressure he applies once again renders you speechless. 

He smirks, his teeth sinking into your shoulder. “Oh, you’re so wet for me. You’re dripping. I could smell you even from the other end of the city. You’re so desperate, it’s pathetic. You need to come so badly, don’t you? You love when I talk to you like the dirty little whore you are, hm?”

“F-” You bite your lip until you can taste copper on your tongue. “Matthew!” He delivers a hard blow to your clit and you jolt, every fiber of your being high with electricity.

The pain only adds to the arousal that is flooding out of you, or it feels that way because he simply won’t stop, even when you beg him to. You could utter your safeword, but as much as it hurts, his punishment feels so damn good, your body just wants to let go and come. He just has to let you come, and you hate him that he is playing games that make it even harder for you not to.

“That’s not an answer,” he says. 

“Yes,” you choke out, “I love it!”

“I can feel how close you are, baby. You’re squeezing me so tightly.”

“Please, just- I’ll do anything, just let me come!” He has you right where he wants you. 

“Is that so?” He makes you feel so stupid, but you love it. 

“Yes!”

“Then tell me what I want to hear and maybe I’ll put my cock back inside of you. If you don’t, well… I’ll make better use of that big mouth of yours since you love to tell me how much bigger you can be, see if you can swallow as much as you like to chew, but I doubt it.”

Matt’s the cruelest when he stops right before you can tumble over the edge. You grip the desk, your chest heaving with abandon as the orgasm dissipates. He turns you around and grabs your chin roughly between his fingers. “Talk,” he demands. 

You swallow, his brown eyes wild, but you could never be scared of him. “I’m sorry,” you whisper, and then, hoping you’re right with your assumptions, “I’ll stop being a brat and do as I’m told,” you say. “You were right, I’m sorry. I’ll do anything, just please! Please…”

The faintest hint of a smile shows on his face and finally, he leans down to kiss you. It’s a heated kiss, his tongue already halfway down your throat, but you take that as an invitation to touch him. 

Your ass hits the desk’s surface and he spreads your legs again. This time, he slides in a little slower, sensing the soreness of your muscles. Though as soon as his cock is sheathed deep within you, his hips start snapping in the same relentless rhythm from before again. 

You cling to him and the desk, pulling at his hair and just hoping he will have mercy on you this time. As his pelvis grinds against your clit, his tip brushing your G-spot followed by the relentless assault of your cervix, it doesn’t take long for you to fly to the top of the cliff, ready to fall off. 

He kisses you again. “Good girl,” Matt murmurs. 

The praise makes you clench. 

“Such a good little slut.”

He knows exactly how to use his words, the fine line between degradation and praise that blurs into pleasure. He doesn’t hurt you with malicious intent, he hurts you just right where pain and pleasure meet, and he does it because he loves you. He may not always seem like it, especially while you’re fucking, but this is what you both crave, this is what you both need, and he does it perfectly every single time. You can’t get enough of him, he is everywhere, and you couldn’t bare to lose him. 

This time, it is you who kisses him. He can feel the vulnerability in your touch, how your nails no longer dig into his skin but rather caress him. You’re close, clenching, and your moans seem so close to his ear, his cock starts to twitch. He can feel the pressure building alongside yours. 

He changes the angle of his thrusts a little, grabbing your thigh and pushing it up against his chest. “Tell me,” he pants, “Who do you belong to?”

You whimper, “You.”

“That’s right. And whose pussy is this?”

“Yours!”

“Yeah. You have such a fucking big mouth, it’s infuriating. But it’s my mouth. Everything about you is mine, do you understand? No one else gets to have you like this, touch you like this, or see you like this. You get that?”

“Yes!” you cry out as you throw your head back, and his hand is right back at your throat. 

Matt grunts. “Good girl. That’s a good-” he thrusts forward hard, “fucking-” he pulls out and thrusts back in, bottoming out fully, before repeating the same motion as he finishes with a loud, “girl. Now fucking come for me!”

Your body responds to his command before your brain can even register it. The orgasm crashes into you like the wave of a tsunami. Your thighs lock around his hips, you’re shaking, you’re falling, and your moan turns into a scream that is barely muffled by the hand that is still choking you, still holding on as the warmth of his cum fills your abused cunt.

He crashes your lips together, swallowing your noises. With every anguish thrust, he makes sure his cum stays seated deep within you, a reminder that you are no one’s but his, and he’s the only one who gets to mark you like that. Always. 

You wouldn’t want it any other way. 

The moment after is silent. Only your labored breathing fills the air. Matt buries his head in your neck and he holds you there. The roughness from before it’s gone. He is gentle now, seeking your comfort and maybe something else he can’t describe. You melt into his touch. He holds you close and you do the same for him, stroking your hand through his hair. You’re both breathless but you’re calm, and all the stress from before falls off of your shoulders. 

“You okay?” you ask once you find your words again. 

He nods, silently at first, but then he slowly lifts his head. “Did I hurt you?” he asks. 

You’re quick to wipe the guilt off his face. “I’m perfect.”

“Okay, good.” He presses a kiss to your forehead. “I was worried there for a second.”

“You could never hurt me.”

“That’s not entirely true”

“Matthew-”

“I could tell you you’re hot when you’re feisty, but that you’re wrong about 98% of the time.”

You feign a gasp. “Ouch!” you press a hand to your chest. “That was harsh.”

“See?” he smirks, and it tells you that he has found back to himself rather quickly. “Told you,” he says. 

With a chuckle, you pull him down to press a kiss to his swollen lips. “I love you,” you say. 

And Matt is quick to return the sentiment with an even gentler kiss, “I love you too.”

You know that the next time you two fight, you will act the same, you won’t shut your mouth and he will once again find himself agitated enough to fuck you against every surface he can find, but if he knows one thing it’s that he wouldn’t have it any other way, and he loves how feisty you are regardless of what you say or do. He’s head over heels in love with you, and you are a real keeper. 

At least with you, he will never have a dull moment again in his life. That counts for more than you could possibly know. And as he’s holding you close, his cock still buried deep inside of you, he thanks God for putting you on his path. 

[silantryoo]

XTRA [ LIKEALOOK ] — yujin's kim gaeul

During SEMI-QUALIFIERS, Victors' Hall.

WARNINGS: suggestive, heavy fluff, self-deprecation, imposter syndrome (2.0k)

yujin was known for many things.

she was loud, boisterous to the point that her previous coaches had threatened to tape her mouth shut if she kept yelling over them. her charming smile seemed to disarm everyone but the one girl that she wanted, and the way her presence off and on the court differed drastically made her a school favorite.

yujin, however, was not known for being nervous, much less for a girl.

"okay." the captain stared at the washroom as she talked to herself, scanning the plate that hung in front of her. "you have girls asking for your number left and right. people write your name on their foreheads. it's just gaeul-unnie."

but kim gaeul wasn't just any girl.

she was quiet, almost peaceful when compared to yujin. she'd study days before a test, muttering in her sleep as if she was taking notes in her dreams. gaeul liked her oat milk latte, specifically at the cafe across the street from the campus. never the one on campus, because it was 'too hot' (whatever that meant). on days when it was too cold, gaeul would wear her only sweater; a tattered red hoodie that was two sizes too big for her.

yujin loved it.

yujin loved all of it, every frown, and every laugh. she loved every smart thing that came out of her mouth, and the way her name rolled off the older girl's tongue.

ahn yujin loved her girl (unofficially, for now).

she pushed the door open, shutting it quietly behind her. she could hear gaeul trying to shuffle away from the line of sight of the mirror. the taller girl couldn't help but smile.

yujin peaked her head out from the corner of the stalls, eyes glimmering as they made contact with gaeul's. she watched as the shorter girl relaxed, the cool air of the bathroom settling between the both of them.

"oh." gaeul's voice seemed to echo all over yujin. "it's just you."

yujin walked towards the setter, eyes staying on the older girl's figure, as a small blush appeared on her face.

she loved moments like these, fleeting and silent. yujin could feel herself consumed with love, like a warm fire engulfing her during a snowy night.

god, yujin couldn't help but sigh as gaeul's irises met hers once more, she's so pretty.

"what?"

yujin could listen to her voice all day.

(she always wondered why gaeul had decided to become a dance major, when her voice was soft and angelic just like its owner.)

"yujin?"

yujin snapped out of her trance, a half smile overtaking her face. she always seemed to get lost in thought whenever gaeul was around her.

"do you need anything?" even the way gaeul questioned her was pretty.

yujin hummed. she definitely came her for something.

the taller girl tried to wrack her brain. she couldn't remember the reason why she came to see gaeul in the first place. in fact, there could be many reasons; just wanting to see her, being horny, being jealous, getting food together, etc.

yujin continued to think as she stuffed her hands in the pockets of her sweats, feeling a familiar necklace that she was planning to give.

the captain's face turned bright red.

"oh, right." gaeul always did a good job at disarming her (rei called it 'dumbing her down even further'). "can i talk to you?"

"right now?" the older girl hummed, pulling her sweats over her shorts.

"yes."

yujin never asked to talk like this. she had always ambushed Gaeul when it was something unimportant (like asking her if she can sleep in her bed that night during practice, or if they could go out to a new restaurant that just opened mid-sex).

something must've happened. gaeul just hoped it didn't have to do with wonyoung and jimin.

the older girl watched as yujin's anticipating eyes followed her every move. she could feel her jersey sticking to her back, and gaeul knew that it was going to keep bugging her.

yujin deserved all her attention, especially if it was important.

gaeul took off her sweat-drenched shirt, and suddenly yujin forgot how to speak.

"sorry..." gaeul muttered, rummaging through her backpack for a clean shirt. "give me a second. it had to be somewhere in he-"

"i don't mind." yujin interrupted, almost enthusiastically.

gaeul looked up at the taller girl, yujin smiling as if it were her birthday. if she didn't know any better, gaeul would've thought that the other girl looked at her with love.

gaeul almost laughed at herself. there was no way yujin could love her, not like that. she would always be almost enough for yujin, but never fully.

she was fine having yujin like this, even if one day, it would all come to an end.

"did something happen?" gaeul shook her head. now wasn't the time to brood. "is wonyoung okay?"

yujin bit back a sigh. it was ironic, honestly. with how much gaeul always worried about wonyoung, yujin almost thought that the older girl had a crush on her.

(and if that was the case, yujin knew she'd cry her eyes out at that instant.)

the volleyball captain played with the gold engraved number '11' as she fiddled with the gift in her pocket. she could feel its grooves, along with the '03' behind it.

she hoped gaeul truly had feelings for her, just like wonyoung said she did. otherwise, her shipment of flowers (and flower petals) to their dorm would be a waste and an utter humiliation.

yujin released a shaky breath, her palms suddenly sweating.

"can..." she had never been more nervous in her life. "can i give you something, unnie?"

the older girl tilted her head, and yujin pushed back the urge to scream how much she loved her at that moment.

yujin made her way behind the shorter girl.

she could feel the heat of gaeul's skin radiating onto her, warm and inviting, a sign that the setter had played hard the entire game. her eyes traced the nape of her unmarked neck, and gaeul's now red ears.

yujin could hear her heart beating out of her chest as she fished out the necklace. it glimmered against the fluorescent light, the gold chain running through her fingertips. she had hoped gaeul liked it, otherwise she would kill her older sister for helping her pick it out.

yujin felt her hands shake as she draped it on the older girl, softly fastening it. she pulled back slowly, her breath shaking.

the room fell silent, the lights humming against the cool air once more. yujin could feel the heat in her cheeks, spreading down to her neck. she felt her mouth go dry and her lungs suddenly heavy, watching as gaeul's hand went to touch the piece of jewelry.

god, she finally understood why wonyoung acted the way she did.

gaeul traced the engraving, almost as if she was afraid to break it. she felt the rings that looped, the dents that ran along the medal, and she quietly gasped.

it felt expensive, intimate. no one had ever done something like this before, at least not for her.

the setter could feel hope bubbling in her chest, like whatever yujin had given her meant something. she knew it didn't, it couldn't have.

wonyoung was right there.

gaeul was just a body, like she had always been.

pushing down all the dread, gaeul shook her head, letting the necklace rest on her collarbone.

"if this is just a way for you to get in my pants, i swear..."

yujin stayed silent, but just like its owner, her presence was loud. it was familiar, like the first time gaeul had heard yujin through the gymnasium doors. it was something gaeul couldn't ignore.

but something was different.

"yujin?"

ahn yujin loved gaeul.

she loved her tidiness, and the frown she tried to hide when yujin would leave her things lying around. she yearned for her soft voice, reassuring her during times when she desperately needed so. yujin loved her silence, she loved her elegance, her everything.

ahn yujin just loved kim gaeul.

"i love you."

gaeul suddenly felt as if she was floating.

"what?"

she wondered if she was in an alternate timeline. if somehow, she had suddenly transformed into the person she had always wished to be. the beautiful, caring, and hardworking person that she knew her parents always wanted deep down (and unbeknownst to her, the girl that yujin always thought she was).

the setter turned to face yujin, fearing that once they had met face to face, the captain would take everything back.

but yujin looked at her the same, with the same expressive eyes that gaeul had always loved, and the same charming smile that always caught her attention.

"i can't keep doing this whole thing. i can't keep pretending that i'm okay with having a little bit of you." yujin wanted gaeul all to herself, she wanted gaeul to want her all to herself, to feel the same things that yujin felt when she looked at her. "date me. be mine."

it felt like a prank, a cruel segment that the world was torturing her with. she was kim gaeul, not l/n y/n, not shin yuna, not jang wonyoung.

this wasn't right. gaeul shouldn't have this good of an ending.

"i want you, kim gaeul." yujin needed her actually, like the summer needed the sun. "i love you."

"no, you don't." this wasn't right. gaeul wasn't who yujin should be with. she should have someone who was better, who was prettier, who wasn't her. "i'm not... you don't want me like that, yujin. you're confused."

yujin looked at her once more, loud and passionate, adding fuel to the fire that was gaeul's hope.

maybe she was wrong. maybe she could have yujin in this lifetime. maybe she didn't equate to everything yeji had put her through.

she felt the cool necklace burn against her skin, yujin grabbing her hands to squeeze them.

"i'm not confused." yujin had never been more sure in her life. "i know i'm not the smartest. i don't know the difference between my left and right. i don't have the highest gpa. i don't even know how to write an essay."

"you don't...?" gaeul couldn't help but pause for a second. how was yujin even passing? "that's extremely concerning, yujin."

yujin ignored her this time, knowing that it was a problem for another day.

"i know that i'm in love with you." yujin had been in love with her since everything had gone up in flames. she'd been in love with her through the brief (but awful) fling with yeji, and through every fling that the older girl had. she wasn't gonna let gaeul slip through her fingers, not now. "i've known that for a long time."

gaeul looked away. she wasn't the girl that she had imagined for yujin, the confident, pretty one with a smile that could melt anyone. yujin had to be lying.

"i'm not lying." yujin always read gaeul like a book. "i love you, kim gaeul."

gaeul never hoped for much, but she hoped that everything that yujin had said was true. she hoped that somehow, in yujin's eyes, she was enough.

"i love you too." gaeul looked back into the taller girl's eyes, one beaming with love and hope. "i'll be yours, yujin."

yujin blinked. she wondered if god really existed and if he did, she would've liked to thank him.

"yujin?"

she was gonna faint from happiness.

gaeul was hers. no other girl could see her the way yujin could. no one could love her and be loved by her the way yujin could. no one could approach gaeul with the intent of something more.

yujin's eyes hardened. she was definitely gonna make gaeul repay her for everything the girl had made her endure.

the taller girl pulled her closer into a searing kiss.

"wait, yujin-" gaeul's whispers turned into sighs as yujin continued to ignore her, gripping her waist. "we're in public."

"no one's gonna walk in." yujin muttered against the girl's mouth. "trust me."

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